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Running my tongue along my lips, I stared at Trap, whose pursed lips slowly pulled into a cocky smirk. Guess my answer was clearly written across my face, or he could see the wet spot that was no doubt visible between my legs.
“Then no, I’m not ready for bed. Yet.”
“Good girl,” Trap said, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. “Now strip.”
SIXTEEN
SHADE
Georgia's body trembled against mine. Turned away from me, I couldn’t see her face, but the sharp intake of breath and how she shifted in my lap told me Trap’s words had the effect he wanted. The wooden chair back dug into my shoulders when I leaned backward, giving her a little space. I slid my hands higher up her jean-clad thighs until my fingertips brushed along the damp inseam pressed against her core. Her gasp had a smile twisting the corners of my lips upward.
Damn, she’s perfect.
For us.
I hoped we gave her everything she needed in this relationship like she did to us. After years of neglect by that fucker of a husband, she deserved to be worshipped and loved every second of the day.
The past couple nights of sleeping in her bed, her slight frame curled along mine, was heaven and hell all mixed into one. Heaven, because I had her in my arms, knew she was safe. Hell, because being pressed against her, my hard cock nestled along her fine ass and not touching her the way I wanted, was torture.
But me sneaking over every night wasn’t about getting off; it was to calm a deeper need for me. For the first time in years, I slept through the night, Georgia being my version of a comfort blanket. Her soft skin against mine, deep even breaths were exactly what I needed to be lulled to sleep like a damn baby.
“Sweetheart”—I chuckled at the tense tone Trap used—“I won’t repeat myself.”
I peeled my fingers back to release my tight hold and help her stand between my spread thighs. I kept my hands lightly wrapped around her hips, too afraid she’d collapse based on the way her legs shook.
“Shade.” I snapped my gaze away from her ass to Trap. “Why don’t you help her?”
My small grin grew. “Fucking gladly,” I rumbled.
Gripping the hem of her sweatshirt, I tugged it upward, her arms rising with zero resistance to help me pull the bulky material free. It fell to the floor at our feet, and my hands went back to her narrow waist. Instead of working her jeans open, I slid them upward, calluses scraping along her silky skin, and chuckled at the goose bumps that appeared. My dark eyes met Trap’s as I cupped both full breasts and dipped two fingers into each bra cup, instantly finding her peaked nipples and pinching until Georgia’s cry echoed in the room.
“Fuck,” Trap said, hand going down to where his cock tented the front of his sweats.
Unhooking the clasp, I drew the black straps down her arms, freeing her tits for Trap to see. I pressed soft kisses against her spine, blowing streams of air along the damp trail I left behind, inciting a whole-body shudder.
“Can we both touch you?” I asked, lips brushing over her shoulder.
“Is that… is that fair? You two won’t—”
I growled low, Trap’s mixing with mine. Gripping her waist, I twirled her around, her swaying tits distracting me for a moment before I leveled a hard look up at her wide eyes.
“This is about you, baby. Always about you. Don’t think about fair or feel like anything has to be reciprocated. We get ours by giving you pleasure.”
Her cheeks flushed pink. Leaning forward, I sucked a nipple between my lips and nipped at the tip. Her yelp had me grinning against her skin.
“He’s right.” Trap’s hands rested on her shoulders and slowly slid down until their fingers intertwined. Like a puppet master, he guided her fingertips up her stomach in long, slow strokes. The flush from earlier spread down her neck to her chest.
I watched, transfixed, as his and her fingers brushed along the underside of each breast, both full globes shifting with her heaving breaths. Glancing to her face to gauge her reaction, I saw her eyes were locked on Trap’s hand as it slowly directed her own fingertips to draw sensual circles around her pebbled nipples.
My fingers flexed around her waist, careful to not allow my grip to tighten as my cock swelled beneath my jeans.
“We need an answer, baby,” I said, voice guttural. Green eyes shifted to lock on me. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and kissed her belly button, nipping at the soft flesh just below. “Is this okay? Can we both touch you at the same time?”
“He means can I play with these tits while he takes off your pants before eating your yummy cunt?” Her legs trembled so violently that I tightened my hold to ensure she didn’t crumple to the ground. “And while he does that, I can play with that gift I showed you earlier.”
I studied her reaction. First her eyes went wide, lips parted on a gasp before her lids slammed shut, squeezing tightly as a feminine groan filled the kitchen.
Using her hands, Trap gripped both of her tits and squeezed them together, pinching the taut nipples at the same time. Her hips flexed, thrusting forward, seeking any type of friction to soothe the ache our ministrations caused.
