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Authors: Lavender Daye
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sending shivers down her spine, and suddenly she was overwhelmed.
They weren’t alone.
Chapter 8
Riley leaned close, not allowing any of his body to touch Sara—except his mouth. The baggy shirt she wore had slipped off her shoulder, exposing her throat, shoulder, and a sexy red bra strap. Moving as slowly as he could manage with his body aching for more, he blazed a trail of wet kisses from the incredibly tasty curve where her throat met her shoulder to the alluring little lace strap.
Her gasp when his lips made contact with the initial bit of flesh had him fully erect and ready to take her. Keeping his distance would be an exercise in self-denial, but he’d do whatever it took to convince her she belonged with them.
Kale claimed her mouth, sinking deep, and Riley felt her body’s response, relaxing into the moment. He placed the final kiss next to the red strap then slid it down her shoulder. When she didn’t protest, Riley moved his body closer to the action, letting her feel his arousal as he pressed against her pert little ass. His hands cupped her there of their own accord, knowing they’d fit perfectly around each globe.
Sara flinched at their possession. Almost immediately, he felt her hips shift, pushing back and into his hands.
He squeezed, caressed, and then slipped under the hem of her top. The bare flesh of her back was smooth as silk against his palms. Sara’s breath hitched at his touch. Her heartbeat pulsed against his hands, and he knew Kale was working in the same direction he was. Finding the clasp of her bra was a simple thing, and as he opened it, Kale slid the front up to free her breasts.
Riley slid one hand around her torso and cupped her breast, let the weight of her fill his hand, knowing Kale was doing the same. He laid his mouth on the side of her throat, just below her ear, and sucked, tickled with his tongue.
A ragged moan floated around them. Sara’s head fell back to lie on Riley’s shoulder. Kale must have moved lower. Riley reached for the hem of her shirt, found it bunched under her arms, and lifted it over her head, taking the open bra with it.
Fuck. She was exquisite.
Riley watched, mesmerized as Kale suckled at her breast, one arm around her waist, the other wrapped around her thigh. Sara was perched precariously between the two men with only one foot on the floor. Riley slipped his hands around her waist and cuddled her against his body, the texture of her soft skin against his chest making his dick throb. Kale dropped to his knees in front of Sara, and Riley helped him divest her of the rest of her clothes in short order, working as a well-practiced team.
As her clothes dropped onto the floor, Riley took full advantage, his fingers sliding up the smooth plains and valleys of Sara’s legs. Fuck. She was made to be theirs. He could feel it with every beat of his heart. He leaned in close and repositioned her head against his chest. When Sara looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion, he couldn’t resist. He needed to taste her. He leaned down and took her mouth, plundering, exploring. And she let him have his way. Riley’s hand flattened on her ribs, slipped around again and cupped her breast, rolled the tight bud between his thumb and finger. He took her moan into his mouth, an echo resounding through his soul.
She was more than he’d imagined, more than he’d hoped. Kale was right in wanting her so much. Sara would be perfect for both of them.
“Sara, Sweet Sara,” Riley crooned while Kale eased pants and undies off her hips, “we’re going to take you to the bed, baby. We don’t want to take you on this hard floor. Okay?”
She nodded. At least, Riley thought it was a nod. Kale was nibbling on her bare hipbone at the moment, but he took the dip of her chin as acquiescence. Kale maneuvered the rest of her clothes past her knees, and Riley scooped her up into his arms, letting what was left of her clothes fall to the floor.
Sara cuddled into his
They weren’t alone.
Chapter 8
Riley leaned close, not allowing any of his body to touch Sara—except his mouth. The baggy shirt she wore had slipped off her shoulder, exposing her throat, shoulder, and a sexy red bra strap. Moving as slowly as he could manage with his body aching for more, he blazed a trail of wet kisses from the incredibly tasty curve where her throat met her shoulder to the alluring little lace strap.
Her gasp when his lips made contact with the initial bit of flesh had him fully erect and ready to take her. Keeping his distance would be an exercise in self-denial, but he’d do whatever it took to convince her she belonged with them.
Kale claimed her mouth, sinking deep, and Riley felt her body’s response, relaxing into the moment. He placed the final kiss next to the red strap then slid it down her shoulder. When she didn’t protest, Riley moved his body closer to the action, letting her feel his arousal as he pressed against her pert little ass. His hands cupped her there of their own accord, knowing they’d fit perfectly around each globe.
Sara flinched at their possession. Almost immediately, he felt her hips shift, pushing back and into his hands.
He squeezed, caressed, and then slipped under the hem of her top. The bare flesh of her back was smooth as silk against his palms. Sara’s breath hitched at his touch. Her heartbeat pulsed against his hands, and he knew Kale was working in the same direction he was. Finding the clasp of her bra was a simple thing, and as he opened it, Kale slid the front up to free her breasts.
Riley slid one hand around her torso and cupped her breast, let the weight of her fill his hand, knowing Kale was doing the same. He laid his mouth on the side of her throat, just below her ear, and sucked, tickled with his tongue.
A ragged moan floated around them. Sara’s head fell back to lie on Riley’s shoulder. Kale must have moved lower. Riley reached for the hem of her shirt, found it bunched under her arms, and lifted it over her head, taking the open bra with it.
Fuck. She was exquisite.
Riley watched, mesmerized as Kale suckled at her breast, one arm around her waist, the other wrapped around her thigh. Sara was perched precariously between the two men with only one foot on the floor. Riley slipped his hands around her waist and cuddled her against his body, the texture of her soft skin against his chest making his dick throb. Kale dropped to his knees in front of Sara, and Riley helped him divest her of the rest of her clothes in short order, working as a well-practiced team.
As her clothes dropped onto the floor, Riley took full advantage, his fingers sliding up the smooth plains and valleys of Sara’s legs. Fuck. She was made to be theirs. He could feel it with every beat of his heart. He leaned in close and repositioned her head against his chest. When Sara looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion, he couldn’t resist. He needed to taste her. He leaned down and took her mouth, plundering, exploring. And she let him have his way. Riley’s hand flattened on her ribs, slipped around again and cupped her breast, rolled the tight bud between his thumb and finger. He took her moan into his mouth, an echo resounding through his soul.
She was more than he’d imagined, more than he’d hoped. Kale was right in wanting her so much. Sara would be perfect for both of them.
“Sara, Sweet Sara,” Riley crooned while Kale eased pants and undies off her hips, “we’re going to take you to the bed, baby. We don’t want to take you on this hard floor. Okay?”
She nodded. At least, Riley thought it was a nod. Kale was nibbling on her bare hipbone at the moment, but he took the dip of her chin as acquiescence. Kale maneuvered the rest of her clothes past her knees, and Riley scooped her up into his arms, letting what was left of her clothes fall to the floor.
Sara cuddled into his
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