Throwing the rest of mine into the box, I slip my bad arm from its sling and jump on top of Stella, pinning her arms above her head and trapping her thighs between my knees.
“What was that, baby?”
Her chest heaves as she stares up at me.
“Oh shit. We might have to leave. They’ve both got that look.”
“What’s that look?” Stella asks without ripping her eyes from mine.
“We’re about to start a marathon fuck fest, and we don’t care who watches,” Emmie announces happily.
“How would you even know that? I haven’t fucked her in front of you… yet.”
Stella’s eyes darken at my words. My little hellion is just as up for a little exhibitionism as I am.
“And you’re not about to start now,” Calli says, grabbing another doughnut and getting up. “Em, you coming, or did you want to watch? I know it’s been a while, but surely you haven’t forgotten how it works.”
A laugh rumbles in my throat, but my eyes don’t leave my girl.
It doesn’t escape my attention that both Emmie and Theo seem to be in the same boat. Maybe they really could make use of each other. It’s got to be better than them killing each other. Unless Emmie wasn’t lying about the rat poison and he’s already dead in his room, of course.
“See you later, cous,” Calli calls through Theo’s door, but she doesn’t get a response. “Idiot,” she mutters, lacing her arm through Emmie’s and leading her toward the door. “What? Did you want to go check on him?” Calli asks when Emmie doesn’t immediately move to leave with her.
“What? No, of course not,” she spits. “Have fun, kids. Try not to make a mess on Theodore’s sofa.” Hearing Theo’s full name makes Stella’s brows pinch.
“What?” I ask.
“I’ve never thought about his whole name.”
Dropping my head, I nuzzle her neck. “I’m glad. Hopefully, that means you were thinking about me instead,” I growl against her, damn near drowning in her sweet scent and the softness of her skin.
“Or Emmie’s dad,” she suggests bravely. “Oh my God, Seb,” she squeals when I dig my fingers into her side, tickling her.
She thrashes about beneath me, allowing me to push my hoodie up, exposing her belly and sports bra.
“Seb,” she cries when I don’t let up.
My shoulder screams in pain, but seeing her smile beneath me makes it more than worth it.
Wrapping my fingers around the fabric covering her tits, I drag it up, exposing her and immediately dropping my lips to one of her nipples, sucking it deep into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she moans loudly, her back arching, offering more of herself to me.
Her fingers thread into my hair, holding me in place. Not that I’d be going anywhere. I haven’t had her since Sunday, and that’s entirely too long.
My lips are still teasing her breasts, making her moan for more when I shift, dragging her shorts and knickers down her legs and throwing them over my shoulder.
“Need to taste you, baby.”
Dropping to my knees, I drag her arse over the edge of the cushion.
“Yes,” she cries, spreading her legs for me before I get a chance to do it myself. “Fucking knew you were just as desperate as me.”
I growl, pressing my palms against her thighs and spreading her wider.
Her cunt glistens with arousal, and my mouth waters.
“Seb, please,” she begs when all I do is stare at her.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, baby.”
“I’m glad, but could you stop fucking looking at it and touch it instead?” she demands, making me laugh.
“Only because you asked so nicely.”