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Hunter kneels and reaches for the strap of her shoe, undoing the buckle, then moves to the other foot and repeats the action. It’s springtime, so the temperature is still on the cold side, but the gazebo and outdoor heaters are blasting just the right amount of heat to keep the evening chill at bay. Soon, she’ll be hot all over, we’ll make sure of it.
I hold her hand as she steps out of the shoes. Hunter moves behind her to remove her bra.
“Looks like I’m outnumbered, and at an unfair advantage,” she says, her voice sexy as hell as she taps her lip with her finger, the move provocative.
“How so?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, loving the way her nipples have stiffened to hard peaks.
“You’re both wearing way too many clothes,” she replies.
Game. Fucking. On.
Chapter 16
Hunter
I don’t know where this brazen version of Ari has come from, but I sure as hell am not complaining.
“You’re right, let us remedy that.”
I raise my hand to remove my mask as Harrison slips off his jacket and undoes his shirt.
“No, leave the mask on. Both of you,” she says, glancing between us.
I smirk. “Hmm, this wouldn’t have anything to do with one of your spicy one-handed reads, would it?” I ask, slipping out of my jacket.
“What if it does?” she asks, her eyes flickering between the two of us, Harrison already kicking his shoes and socks off, followed by his trousers and boxers.
“Then we are more than happy to oblige, but you leave yours on, too.”
Because yeah, fuck it, why not play into a bit of fantasy? After all, who the fuck are we to deny her?
I love the way her pupils dilate as she takes in Harrison’s naked form, his hand working up and down his length.
“Like what you see?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she nods, moving from foot to foot.
“Well, the feeling is entirely mutual,” I reply as I strip out of my trousers and kick them to the side.
Taking myself in my fist, I give my shaft a hard squeeze.
“Don’t go all coy on us now. Feel free to touch yourself.”
I watch as she parts her legs slightly and slips her hand between her thighs, her thumb pressing against her clit.
“That’s it. Are you still dripping for us?” Harrison asks, continuing to stroke himself.
She nods, slipping her finger inside her entrance with a soft moan.
I swipe the pad of my thumb over the tip of my cock, wet with pre-cum, then step forward, pushing it against her lips. They part automatically, and her tongue flicks out to taste me, her eyes fluttering closed.
Fuck, I need her mouth around my cock.
“Do you want to taste us?” I ask, because the thought of coming down her pretty throat is one I very much like.
“Yes,” she says, her gaze flicking between us. Because yeah, we’re not small by any means, and we’re both pierced.
I look around, but Harrison is already grabbing a cushion from the bench and dropping it to the floor in front of her.
