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I leaned over and smiled, baring my teeth. “Darlin’, you don’t know what a bad boy is. Billy is a dumbass who didn’t deserve to be in the same goddamn room as you.”
“But you do?” Her hand flew to her hips again.
“Darlin’, you can’t handle me.”
“Try me, Lynx.”
I shook my head and sat up, turning to look out the front window. “That’s the problem, Reagan. I’m not interested in a taste test.” I looked directly at her. “If I get my hands on you, it will be forever. And until you accept that?—”
The door slammed and I chuckled as I watched Reagan and her cute little ass march right up to the front door.
One day, that hellcat was going to give in.
It was just a matter of time.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Wolfe
I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through the next few minutes. I was hanging by a thread, frayed and ready to snap.
Not to mention, completely naked.
“Wolfe…” Amy moaned, pulling my head back down to her breast. “Don’t stop.”
Taking her to the mattress, I came down over her, my tongue swirling around her nipple before I sucked it into my mouth. I wasn’t gentle. Hell, I wasn’t sure I could be. My need was too great, my body on fire, a desperation unlike anything I'd ever known consuming me. There was an undeniable need to possess, to claim, and I had them right where I wanted them.
Growling, I pulled away from her breast, then trailed my mouth down her stomach, dipping my tongue in her navel, before stopping at the apex of her thighs.
“Need to taste you,” I groaned.
And that was the God’s honest truth. I craved Amy’s taste. My tongue itched to caress her sweetness. Hell, I could spend hours driving her wild by burying my face between her thighs. I was addicted, pure and simple.
Sliding my tongue along her slick slit, I hummed as her sweet taste lit me up from the inside out. She was liquid fire, squirming against my mouth while Rhys feasted on her tit, sucking hard, his hand flat on Amy’s stomach.
We were both holding her. Not forcefully, but enough to keep her from jerking off the bed. Her hands were fisted in the blankets as though she was attempting to hold on, too. I knew the feeling. In a minute, once we were both lodged deep inside her body, I was pretty damn sure I was going to fly apart.
And I couldn’t fucking wait.
Crawling back up her body, I slipped two fingers into her warm, wet pussy, gently fucking her as I laved her other nipple.
“Wolfe … Rhys…” Amy moaned. “It’s too much.”
No, it wasn’t enough. It never would be.
When Rhys lifted his head, I mirrored his movement, then kissed him as Amy grabbed for us. Her short nails dug into my shoulders, and I could tell she was as eager, as anxious as we were.
There would be plenty of time for more foreplay later.
Breaking my mouth from Rhys’s, I rolled to my back, pulling Amy with me.
“Put me inside you,” I commanded roughly. “Need to feel that slick pussy on my cock.”
Amy was panting as she ground her cunt against my rock-hard length.
“God, baby,” I groaned. “I fuckin’ love when you do that, but if you don’t sit on my cock, I’m gonna lose my mind.”
She moaned as she guided me right where we both needed me. I swallowed her soft moans, kissing her as she took me inch by inch into her body.
