kicked Packer, as his foot disappeared and Packer grunted.
"Sorry, Ades." She crossed her legs and focused on sipping her wine.
"No, you're not." He chuckled, the sound warm and fond. "Besides, I may have some plans of my own." His hand slid down her back, tracing the line of bare skin to her tattoo. His fingers traced it and Calleigh shuddered, shivered.
"You have to share, too, Chook,” Packer said.
"Do I, now? Because I have a wee advantage, eh? I know where you both need to be touched, mate."
She was going to set aflame.
Packer's laugh had a husky note to it now, and she could feel his body shifting restlessly. "You do. I bet there's a hundred things you want to try, too."
"Maybe a hundred and three. The small of her back makes her twist. I can't believe you got a tattoo there."
She shrugged. "The artist was convincing."
"How convincing?" She had expected Adrian to growl, but it was Packer who got huffy and growled at her.
"Convincing enough that I have a butterfly now." She arched an eyebrow, stared Packer down. "He promised me, if I just breathed through the first bit, I'd love it by the end." She had, too. She'd been full of energy for hours.
"It's hot, huh?" Adrian got it. There had been no bad touching. Just the buzz.
"I was stoked, yeah. Slept on my belly for a week, though."
"Adrian slept that way for a few days the first time he and I got together."
Oh, god. Just the thought of that made her want to squirm.
She licked her lips, eyes on Packer's. "I bet it was hot as hell."
"Fuck, yes."
"Are we interested in any dessert?"
They all started, then looked at the waiter. Like they'd all forgotten they were in a restaurant.
"I..." She blinked, chuckled. "I don't think so. Boys?" She was interested in dessert that involved that hotel room and way less clothing.
"No, thanks." Adrian had enough presence of mind left to smile at the man. "Just the check, please."
She nodded, checked her lipstick. "We can have coffee and chocolate up in the room."
"We can. We'll order and then make Adrian stay dressed until it comes." Packer stood, heading off to hunt down the waiter, obviously too impatient to wait for the check to arrive.
She looked over at Adrian. "You okay, Ades?"
He was flushed, eyes hot, cock hard as a rock in his good jeans.
"I’m on fire, baby." He stroked her back, his fingers hot as hell on her skin.
"I want you. I want to play." She leaned in, breathed into his ear. "I'm just aching." She was also a great big horny slut girl.
"I love you. Fuck, you and Packer are making me ready to come in my pants."
She touched the curve of his ear with her tongue. "Don't you dare. That's mine. Ours."
His body shook a little. "I'm trying, baby girl."
"God, I can smell you." She rested her cheek on Adrian's shoulder, watching Packer stalk back across the restaurant toward them.
"And I can feel how you're squeezing your legs together."
"You two behaving?" Packer asked, putting a hand on both of them.
"Not a chance. You ready? I deserve coffee and chocolate."
"You do, luv. Come on." Packer guided them out, close as a second skin.
The fringe on her dress moved, tickled her thighs where it brushed her. They piled in the truck again, Adrian pressing up against her side. She turned halfway, begging a kiss, a touch. Something.
She got it, Adrian's arm sliding around her waist, his mouth coming down on hers. Oh, god. Yes. Her hand cupped his jaw as Adrian's tongue fucked her lips, one of his hands sliding up the outside of her thigh.
Adrian moaned, moving even closer, almost knocking her back against Packer.
"Driving, Chook. Careful."
She nodded. "No wrecks." She leaned back against Packer a little bit, though, her bare back on his arm.
"No. We're too busy,” Pack said, sounding definite.
Adrian chuckled, nodding along, licking at the skin just beneath her ear. That made her moan, the little hot spot sending pure heat to her cunt.
"Love that. When you moan for me."
Who was this amazing,
"Sorry, Ades." She crossed her legs and focused on sipping her wine.
"No, you're not." He chuckled, the sound warm and fond. "Besides, I may have some plans of my own." His hand slid down her back, tracing the line of bare skin to her tattoo. His fingers traced it and Calleigh shuddered, shivered.
"You have to share, too, Chook,” Packer said.
"Do I, now? Because I have a wee advantage, eh? I know where you both need to be touched, mate."
She was going to set aflame.
Packer's laugh had a husky note to it now, and she could feel his body shifting restlessly. "You do. I bet there's a hundred things you want to try, too."
"Maybe a hundred and three. The small of her back makes her twist. I can't believe you got a tattoo there."
She shrugged. "The artist was convincing."
"How convincing?" She had expected Adrian to growl, but it was Packer who got huffy and growled at her.
"Convincing enough that I have a butterfly now." She arched an eyebrow, stared Packer down. "He promised me, if I just breathed through the first bit, I'd love it by the end." She had, too. She'd been full of energy for hours.
"It's hot, huh?" Adrian got it. There had been no bad touching. Just the buzz.
"I was stoked, yeah. Slept on my belly for a week, though."
"Adrian slept that way for a few days the first time he and I got together."
Oh, god. Just the thought of that made her want to squirm.
She licked her lips, eyes on Packer's. "I bet it was hot as hell."
"Fuck, yes."
"Are we interested in any dessert?"
They all started, then looked at the waiter. Like they'd all forgotten they were in a restaurant.
"I..." She blinked, chuckled. "I don't think so. Boys?" She was interested in dessert that involved that hotel room and way less clothing.
"No, thanks." Adrian had enough presence of mind left to smile at the man. "Just the check, please."
She nodded, checked her lipstick. "We can have coffee and chocolate up in the room."
"We can. We'll order and then make Adrian stay dressed until it comes." Packer stood, heading off to hunt down the waiter, obviously too impatient to wait for the check to arrive.
She looked over at Adrian. "You okay, Ades?"
He was flushed, eyes hot, cock hard as a rock in his good jeans.
"I’m on fire, baby." He stroked her back, his fingers hot as hell on her skin.
"I want you. I want to play." She leaned in, breathed into his ear. "I'm just aching." She was also a great big horny slut girl.
"I love you. Fuck, you and Packer are making me ready to come in my pants."
She touched the curve of his ear with her tongue. "Don't you dare. That's mine. Ours."
His body shook a little. "I'm trying, baby girl."
"God, I can smell you." She rested her cheek on Adrian's shoulder, watching Packer stalk back across the restaurant toward them.
"And I can feel how you're squeezing your legs together."
"You two behaving?" Packer asked, putting a hand on both of them.
"Not a chance. You ready? I deserve coffee and chocolate."
"You do, luv. Come on." Packer guided them out, close as a second skin.
The fringe on her dress moved, tickled her thighs where it brushed her. They piled in the truck again, Adrian pressing up against her side. She turned halfway, begging a kiss, a touch. Something.
She got it, Adrian's arm sliding around her waist, his mouth coming down on hers. Oh, god. Yes. Her hand cupped his jaw as Adrian's tongue fucked her lips, one of his hands sliding up the outside of her thigh.
Adrian moaned, moving even closer, almost knocking her back against Packer.
"Driving, Chook. Careful."
She nodded. "No wrecks." She leaned back against Packer a little bit, though, her bare back on his arm.
"No. We're too busy,” Pack said, sounding definite.
Adrian chuckled, nodding along, licking at the skin just beneath her ear. That made her moan, the little hot spot sending pure heat to her cunt.
"Love that. When you moan for me."
Who was this amazing,
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