Page 78 of Knot Without My Permission
Chapter Eighteen
Ransom
Marie’s usual scent of apricots and vanilla smells warmer now. My nostrils flare and my cock twitches as I realize she’s aroused.
“I think this needs further investigation,” I tease, pulling up her top until she raises her hands so I can remove it.
“Hmm. Even your tits are pink,” Storm chuckles, leaning forward to kiss both of them until she whimpers. The dick also rubbed his beard against her breasts as well. “I think we need to play a game.”
“Do tell,” I reply, my hand wrapping Marie’s braid in my fist until she tilts her head back for my kiss. My tongue brushes against hers, tasting her minty toothpaste before I suck on it until she’s arching into my kiss. “Do you want to play a game with us, Sugar?”
“I came in here with the promise of streaming something on the television and chilling, but I don’t think I have the focus for a movie,” she says breathlessly.
“I promise you, we don’t either.”
“The rules are…” Storm pulls her attention to him, and I use this as an excuse to cuddle against her. My bare chest is flush with her skin, and my legs tangle with hers. “There are no rules. All questions are viable ones. Any hesitation means groping will be involved.”
This makes me think about the questions I asked her in the tub as she was going into heat, and my lips curl at the memory.
“Does the groping involve edging,” Marie groans.
“Yes. No more orgasms for the greedy omega,” I decide. “You’ve been fucked often and well on your trip. Who goes first?”
“Me,” Storm says unsurprisingly. “The first question is to both of you.”
“Ugh. I thought these would only be to Marie,” I sigh.
“Turnabout is fair play. Remember that,” Marie grins.
“Yes, Miss Shakespeare,” I reply, blowing a raspberry where her neck meets her shoulder as she squeals.
“What is your worst habit?” Storm asks as my mind goes blank.
“I tend to be a pushover,” Marie says immediately, blowing out a breath.
“The girl who happily hits first and asks questions later? No way,” Storm laughs.
“Don’t forget the fact that she tried to run me over!” Wilder yells from the kitchen.
I’m not sure what the fuck he’s making, but it smells amazing from here.
“Damn. Feminine rage, thy name is Sugar,” I murmur. I feel as if I’m missing something about their past, but I’m a little afraid to ask as time goes on.
They’ve clearly gotten past whatever it is, if I find out, will it piss me enough for me to open up past wounds?
“What’s yours?” Marie asks, turning around until it’s her breasts pressed against my chest.
Use. Your. Words.
“I don’t know that I have one,” I confess. “My mom’s a single parent, and she pretty much trained the bullshit out of me. I open doors for little old ladies, for fuck’s sake, catch myself from leaving my dirty socks on the ground, and even courtesy flush when using the bathroom.”
“I’m going to have to agree with him,” Storm says. “I haven’t had to wash a single dish while he’s been here that I can remember. He even unloads the dishwasher when he thinks to use it.”
“I always forget it’s there,” I shrug. “I’ve got elbow grease, I’ll just wash them.”
“You’re an adorable biker,” Marie murmurs, kissing me. “Who’s next?”
“You are,” Storm says.
