Page 165 of Wicked Little Lies


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We listen, and when she climbs on me, her heat wraps around me, wet and familiar and perfect.

“You sure, Jac?” Hendrick asks.

“Yes, you fuck,” I say.

I’m not a fucking prude. I’m not against any of this. But I’ve never been in contact with another dick.

I stare at MG, and she stares at me. Oh fuck. I know this is what she wants. Like me, she likes to push the limits, and I’m willing to try something new for her. Clearly—I went from wanting to murder Hendrick to sharing the same girl with him. All for MG.

Her heart’s beating hard and fast. When Hendricks fingers push up into her cunt, against my cock, pleasure bursts everywhere.

I don’t know what she sees, but she grabs me and starts kissing me. “I love you both,” she whispers against my lips before her mouth is back on mine, her tongue deep.

Hendrick moves, the bed shifting, and his thighs are pushing at my inner thighs. He’s wearing his pants, but I’m as naked as MG.

I don’t know why it makes it hotter, but it does.

And then…

Oh, holy fucking mother of God, his cock starts to push in slowly, and it’s beyond tight.

When he’s in, we all stay still. For long beats, he stays still.

And then he starts to move, his cock sliding against mine and the sensation is like all the good parts of electricity. It’s her cunt on crack because now I’m feeling what I feel when we DP her cunt and ass, but this time, there’s no barrier. My skin tinglesall over, and then we all start to move together. Hendrick and I hold her so we can fuck her, slow and then harder, and soon everyone’s moaning.

It doesn’t take long for her to come. I reach down and start to stroke and pinch her clit, and she spasms so hard that I think she’s actually going to snap off our cocks. Her inner muscles are stretched to the max but are clamping down on us without mercy. I don’t know who comes first, but Hendrick’s cock and mine start to twitch and jerk and then there’s hot fucking cum pumping from me into her, and I feel his.

I’m flying so fucking high, that my entire body vibrates.

When it’s over, Hendrick pulls out, and I hold her, bucking up a little more into her. Moving, he grabs her head and kisses her, then I do, too. Finally, he pulls her off me, and without a word, she slides down and starts to lick us both clean.

I think this is a life I can indulge in.

And as for sharing it with Hendrick? What else can I say? The boring fuck is growing on me.

There’s no need to kill him now. I mean, not unless hereallypisses me off.

But, all in all, I know we both agree…

Our lives, the Quinate, everything—it’ll work out in the end, as long as we have Magdalena.

My MG.

His Cat.

Our heart of dark desires.

EPILOGUE

MAGDALENA

One year later…

Isit on a lounge chair facing the rolling aqua blue waves. The air’s thick with humidity and the rhythmic beat of distance drums.

Pulling down the wide brim of my sunhat, I glance at Jac, who’s sitting shirtless in the chair beside me, eyes closed. He’s absolutely stunning in the sun, his inked skin a golden tan and his hair messy and wet. Like a god walking among humans.

The three of us have come back to Jac’s island a few times throughout the year. It’s become an escape for us, our own little slice of paradise. Which I love. It reminds me of the islands Harry and I used to always talk about disappearing to, and sometimes, we bring her and Vicky along to enjoy the sunshine, sand, and endless drinks.

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