Bracing herself on his shoulders, Lily lifted up and rolled her hips to seat him fully inside of her. “Is this what you need?” she asked as she sat up. She slid her hands up her hips, over the phoenix tattoo that decorated her lower abdomen and swirled with colorful feathers down her thigh. Knowing it drove them wild, Lily continued the upward sweep of her hands until she cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples between her fingers.
Del lay down on her pillow and watched appreciatively then returned his gaze to where her body was joined to Clay’s. “That’s exactly what we needed. Ride him, Lily.”
Clay’s hands joined hers on her breasts, and she moved her hands so they closed over his, gripping her breasts more firmly. Clay thrust and her thighs tightened and the tension began to coil inside her again. “That’s right, baby, take what you need.”
Lily closed her eyes and thought back to the night before, when they’d made love to her together. Clay had been in the back and Del in the front, sliding in and out of her until she didn’t know where she ended and they began.
A warm hand slid around her hip bone. She opened her eyes and saw Del trailing his hand over the phoenix’s tail to the cleft of her ass. He didn’t say anything, but she knew that he was thinking about the same thing. Her muscles became jerky and tense as his fingertips slid down her crack to her back opening. He pressed gently, massaging the sensitive ring of muscle there. She bit her lip and gasped when all the tension unfurled in a giant snap and her orgasm ripped through her like a wildfire.
Clay gripped her hips tightly, and she held on to him as he thrust upwards with deep, fast strokes and her head fell forward, draping her long hair across his chest. She rolled her hips with him, responding to his need for release and the continued pressure of Del’s fingertips at her ass.
Clay’s face was ruddy with passion as his jaw dropped and he came with a deep groan. “Baby,” was the only thing he said as the tension left them both.
Lily curled up on his chest with her head beneath his chin and smiled at Del as he stroked her perspiration-dampened back. The muscles in his biceps flexed, making his phoenix undulate slightly as he caressed the colorful feathers that now decorated her left thigh. She lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Del and then kissed the matching mirror image of his tattoo on Clay’s right shoulder.
Clay stroked her ass as his cock still pulsed inside her and whispered, “Happy Independence Day, baby.”
Lily rested her head on Clay’s chest and sighed happily. “I’m looking forward to the parade this morning. It’s been more years than I care to count since the last time I was in Divine for a parade.”
Del stretched, pleasing her with the sight of his muscular, nude physique. He caught her look, and he growled pleasurably. “Was the last one when we marched with the Tigers when we won the Boys and Girls City Championship in Little League?”
Lily giggled as she remembered riding her bike in that parade with Clay and Del the year they’d all played on the same team together. It had been hotter than hell, but all she remembered was how proud she’d been and how much fun they’d had at the Cook family barbeque afterward.
Now here she was, married to her two best friends as of the month before. It had been hot in Aruba, and she hadn’t noticed that heat either, but it had been for a totally different reason.
She sat up and smiled down at Clay as she gently squeezed the shaft still lodged inside her cunt. Clay groaned softly as he looked up at her with shuttered bedroom eyes.
“You better watch it, unless you want round three, baby. We’ll be late for the parade.”
Del sat up in the bed and said, “Speaking of the parade, Grace called while the two of you were in the shower last night and said that we’re supposed to meet them out in front of Cheaver’s. Rosemary Garner set up a big flatbed trailer and tents for shade and asked if we would just bring chairs. Grace mentioned that she talked Seth into coming.”
“She did?” Lily replied enthusiastically. “It’s about time.”
Seth was a loner, and Lily had been trying to get him involved with their group since he’d done their tattoos but had been unsuccessful almost every time. The exception had been the wedding. He’d come to that when she’d married Clay and had the private bonding ceremony with Del right afterward, but Seth hadn’t stayed for the reception. The day had been a happy haze for her, but she’d been slightly disappointed when he’d said his good-byes and left before the music had even started.
Clay stretched as Lily gently disengaged from him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Grace must’ve really sweet-talked him because today is a perfect day for taking a ride on his Harley.”