“A three count?”
“Yes, like this. ”
I gripped her gently by the wrists, her back pressed against my chest. Her ass was perched right up against me, the heat of her body and the softness of her skin sending an electric thrill up and down my spine.
We hit the bag once, watching it swing back and forth.
“One, two, three,” I counted, before bringing her fist back down against the bag. “One, two, three. You don’t have to hit so hard. It’ll come to you.”
“Huh,” she said softly. “I’m doing it. One, two, three…”
“Attagirl. Just like…”
Julia turned her head slightly to look at me, our lips barely an inch apart. I wondered if she could hear my bated breath, my rapid-fire heart.
My throat was dry. All I wanted at this moment was to press her against the wall and kiss the daylights out of her.
I wanted her to moan my name and hold onto me out of pure want and desperation.
“Cash,” she whispered my name.
I struggled to snap back to my senses. Being around Julia was as intoxicating as it was dangerous. “I should go back to—”
Before I could pull away, she grasped my hands and hugged them close to her body —one hand on her hip and the other moving down from her throat to her breast. Her cheeks were pink, her head tilted back to rest on my shoulder.
“Touch me, Cash,” she rasped, her fingers practically trembling as she backed her ass against my growing erection.
“Are you sure?”
“Touchme.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and dove right in.
I turned her around and pressed her back against the wall in heated desperation. Our mouths found each other easily, lips slotting into place like they were designed by the Almighty to fit together.
Julia gasped and moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck while I scooped her up and pinned her in place between the wall and my body, tasting every inch of her mouth like a man starved.
She rolled her hips against me, my throbbing cock straining in my gym shorts. My hands roamed like they were on a mission, mapping out every dip, every curve, every inch of skin.
“Fuck,” I growled against her, moving to mouth hungrily at her neck. “Dylan and Red are going to kill me.”
“Why would they —oh— do that?” she groaned, the light scrape of her nails combing over my scalp unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“They told me not to —fuck you taste good— not to do anything with you. They’re going to be so jealous.”
Julia went rigid, trying and failing to blink away the haze of arousal clouding her eyes. “Sh-should we stop? I don’t want to come between you and your friends.”
I chuckled. “You misunderstand me. I mean they’ll be jealous that they’re not here to kiss you, too.”
Her brow furrowed. “I don’t get it.”
I swallowed, licking my lips. “The guys and I… We like to share, if you catch my drift. Nothing makes us happier than getting to please a woman senseless.”
Her mouth dropped open. “O-oh…”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, sensing the heat and tension in the air starting to disappear. “Did I say too much? Fuck. I did, didn’t I?”
Julia gripped my shoulders and shook her head adamantly. “No, no. It’s fine. I’m just… surprised, that’s all. Have you done it before? Shared, I mean.”