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It’s done at the same time I feel Wells sweep my trench off my shoulders.
Without a thought, I glance at Wells, and he holds my eyes before his gaze rakes over my body, taking me all in.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Brody whispers reverently, like he’s admitting a secret. It immediately nabs my attention, but he wasn’t talking to me.
Damn. Swoon.
Brooks closes the distance between them and presses the softest, most delicate kiss to Brody’s mouth. An exchange that feels so intimate that a part of me feels like I’m intruding on something private.
I let out a sigh, rocked by their connection, until Wells puts two fingers under my chin, guiding my face back to his.
“Our turn.”
Before I can think, his lips touch mine, his bottom one sliding between my own.
Holy shit. This is my new “first” kiss.
A small smile graces my lips as my hands come to his chest, and I press further up on my tiptoes, deepening our kiss. Because if this is the new first, the new standard, I don’t want gentle or soft. I want to be impassioned.
I want something that makes my knees so weak that I have no choice but to drop to them and suck him off.
And apparently, that’s not something I need to explain to Wells because the minute I give him an inch, he takes a mile.
His palm presses to the middle of my back, pulling my body flush to his as his other hand cradles the side of my head. Our heads shift, tongues dipping inside each other’s mouths as we tease them.
Thisis a fucking kiss.
I feel him moan, the vibration tickling my throat as my fingers curl around his T-shirt, and I grip the fabric, trying to pull him even closer.
Our mouths are sealed, tongues in full exploration as we kiss and kiss. My whole body tingles, and the only thought ismore.
Wells weaves his fingers into my hair, forcing my head to tilt the other way, but we never break contact. Fuck, he’s a good kisser.
I feel like I’m being devoured. Owned. This kiss is scratching itches I’ve never been able to reach. I don’t even know where my breath starts and his ends.
The kiss grows fevered, and Wells reaches over his back, our mouths only breaking as he drags his shirt over his head before we meld again.
“Fuck” is said from next to us before, “Wells…” then “Wells. Wells…” The last time his name is said, it is the loudest.
I feel Wells put his hands on my shoulders and push me away.
“Cherry,” he breathes out heavily.
His chest is heaving, as is mine. His mouth agape, just like mine.
But we don’t stop staring at each other.
“We gotta slow down,” he directs. I frown, but he smirks. “Or I swear to god, I’ll bend you over this bed and fuck you while they watch. Blow job lesson be damned.”
Silence fills the room, but it’s not something I notice because I’m about to say, “Yes, please,” until Brody shoves Wells shoulder. “We’re gonna kick your ass for that.”
Wells chuckles, but I bite my lip, looking between them. I know it’s not real jealousy, but I like it.
Brooks crosses his arms, narrowing in on me. “Yeah. And as for you…”
“Me?” My brows shoot up as I look shocked. “What did I do?”
“What did I do?” he teases. “Stop giving Wells all the firsts…” He counts on his fingers. “Wells met you first. He kissed you first. And now he’s about to get the first blowie.”
