Page 116 of Pucking Bad Boys

I push my ass against him when Becks shifts his attention from one breast to the other.

“Talia likes to feel your teeth on those pretty nipples. Don’t you, baby?”

“Hmm, yeah.” I moan half to agree with that statement and half because Becks immediately follows his brother’s instructions, making me see stars and fireworks.

Macklin’s hands tease the waistband of my jeans as he peppers the side of my face with light kisses. “Shall we take these off?” He whispers so that only I can hear him.

I nod for the umpteenth time tonight, and he surprises me when he doesn’t pop the button of my jeans like I was expecting.

“Becks, help Talia with her jeans, please.”

When Becks releases the nipple he was tormenting with his teeth, I almost cry out my disappointment. But Macklin cups my tits from behind me, rubbing his slightly rough palms against the sensitive points.

I kick my shoes off when Becks slides my jeans down my legs.

He looks at the light blue panties with that same expression he had before, when he took my jersey off and saw the matching bra. He likes what he sees.

“Do you want more, baby?” Macklin whispers again.

“Yes,” I answer just as softly.

His voice dips even lower when he asks the next question. “Do you trust me?”

I don’t even need to think about it. “Yes.”

“Becks, Talia wants to feel good. Get down on your knees, brother.”

Becks looks from Macklin to me.

I answer the silent question in his blue eyes. “Please, Becks.”

Nothing could have ever prepared me for the sight of this tall, powerful hockey player getting on his knees in front of me.

His hands go to my hips, and he looks at me for a long moment before he says something unexpected.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the night we met.”

But I don’t have time to dwell on his words. His lips on my skin are all I can focus on.

Becks’s open mouth trails down my stomach, from my belly button to the fabric of my panties. He stops right before the apex of my thighs, his warm breath fanning over the part of me that’s pulsing with need.

He sucks on my clit through the thin lace, and I’m grateful for Macklin’s presence behind me, or I don’t think my knees would support me.

As Becks continues to kiss and suck on my most sensitive spot, pleasure begins building, hot and searing.

If he keeps this up, I’m going to come, but I want… more.

And I don’t even have to say it.

Macklin knows. Since we made our deal, the Cove Knights’ captain has been in tune with my deepest, darkest desires. It’suncanny. Even now, he knows exactly what I want before the thought forms in my mind.

“Do you want Becks to take your panties off, baby? So you can feel his mouth on your clit?” This time he doesn’t whisper it into my ears. He asks the question out loud so that his brother can hear it.

I look at Becks as I answer. “Yes.”

The muscle in Becks’s jaw pops as he drags my panties down my hips. He keeps his eyes on mine the entire time, making me feel like he’s baring way more than my body.

Before Macklin, I had never even asked myself what I wanted. But he showed that I’m allowed to want things and to pursue my desires. As long as I don’t hurt others, there’s no shame in wanting to feel good.