Gun Shy(20)

This time her shiver was a lot longer. A lot more pronounced, too. Juices seeped between her thighs, and just knowing she was wet for them made her squeeze her legs together.

A palm landed on her butt seconds later.

“Hey!”

“You knew the rules, baby,” the voice said.

She closed her eyes and focused, realizing it was Drew behind her. Of course, it was. “I need you,” she heard herself moan.

The hand stilled. “What?”

“Please. I like the games, I do, but I need you inside me now.”

“Is that so?”

She nodded, the too abrupt movement making her feel dizzy. Gasping, she reared back and blindly reached for him. Strong arms encircled her waist and pulled her against a hard chest.

She laid her forehead against his soft cotton tee and sighed. “Sorry. Got dizzy there for a second.”

“Shit. Are you okay?” He nudged her face up. “Kris?”

She blinked. “I’m fine.”

Scott appeared at their side. “Are you sure, baby? We can stop if you’re not feeling well.”

No! The word slashed through her brain. No, because if they stopped now they might never get this chance again. They were leaving in the morning. This was the only time they could do this. Who knew how they’d feel at their return, if they’d still want her. No, they needed to do this now…and do it well.

Pushing on Drew’s chest, she stepped back from him and said, “I want you.”

They stared back at her as if they had no idea what to say.

“Come on!” she called out over her shoulder as she brushed past them. She knew where they needed to go. She had an inkling Scott liked toys, and his bedroom sounded better and better with every passing second.



Scott strode into his room, only to stumble and nearly fall flat on his face. Kicking at the clothes still littering the floor, he kept his eyes fixed on the woman who was facing away from them. She’d tugged the duvet off the bed and was currently moving onto her hands and knees, the clothes Drew had cut off still hanging from her.

She was nearly naked, but she didn’t appear to care. Her breasts jiggled at each of her movements, the black lace under them only highlighting how creamy-looking her skin was. Denim cinched her waist and stopped right where her curls were. He frowned. The thatch of hair looked remarkably smaller than before. Had she shaved for them? His cock twitched, reminding him why they were here in the first place.

“Are you sure?” he heard himself ask as he came to a stand at the foot of the bed.

She nodded as she grabbed two pillows and slid them under her stomach.

“What are you doing?” Drew asked as he joined them.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she answered, moving so her elbows held her up.

Scott stared at her, at that ass he couldn’t wait to take.

“I get it.” He quickly strode to his bed stand and rummaged through the drawer. “Catch!” he called out before hurling a tube to Drew, who promptly grabbed it midair. Scott found what else he was looking for and moved back to his friend, proudly displaying the thin plug he’d picked.

“Fuck!” Drew gasped when he realized what was going to happen. “Oh, thank you Jesus!”

That made Scott laugh, but the sound died when he turned to face the lovely woman on his bed. “Ready, Kris?”

“Ready!” she called out.

And she looked it, he thought as he knelt behind her. She’d chosen the perfect position. Her posture seemed relaxed, her legs not even tensing when he brushed against them. When he opened her thighs wider, however, and noticed how wet she was, he knew there would be no going back.

Not now. Not ever.





Chapter Nine





It was the oddest feeling ever.

It also felt deliciously naughty, like something she’d fantasized about but never thought she’d ever try.

Her elbows digging into the mattress, she held herself as still as humanly possible as Scott pressed the plug inward. Her rose had popped open only minutes before, a gasp lodging in her throat at the feeling of that inexorable push.

She was getting used to it though. She just hoped it was the same when it was him inside her instead of this smallish toy. She knew his size after all. She’d tried to deep-throat him earlier, and it hadn’t been pretty.

“Are you sure it shouldn’t be Drew first? He’s smaller.”

“Thanks, babe. I appreciate it.”

She winced at Drew’s response. “Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… It’ll hurt less, right?”

“She’s right,” Scott answered somewhere near her butt. She felt the stubble on his chin graze the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. A shudder ran through her at the unintentional caress.