“To put my knee on the centre console, to open myself to him.” More groans came, growing deeper and throatier at that, while Max’s hand slid down to cup the sizeable bulge in his jeans. My hand moved out, taking over that duty, and a thrill passed through me at how hard he felt, at the way his mouth fell open, baring his fangs to the air. “He told me to raise the hem of my dress and show him what I was wearing underneath it, then…”
“What did he say, Sage?” Max prompted.
“He told me to touch myself and then push my fingers into his mouth.”
“Couldn’t make the drive home without a taste of her,” Lucien rumbled. “Damn near drove us off the road.”
“May I suggest taking a driver next time?” Tobias said in a dark tone. “I’m not sure we could have forgiven you killing or maiming our mate in a car accident.”
“He parked for a while and told me just how he wanted it,” I rushed out. “I felt like I was under some kind of spell.”
“Me too, love. Trust me,” Lucien rumbled.
“He begged me to keep feeding him my slick until we got to his place, then he’d be taking it for himself.”
“Like I fucking want to do now.” Lucien turned me towards him, drawing me closer, staring down at my mouth before darting closer. “You gonna let me, Sage? Gonna let me have another taste? I feel like a man that’s been out in the desert, begging for just a drop and—”
I stopped his hard, urgent words with my mouth, letting his lips tell the story his words couldn’t.
That moment, of kissing a lover after a time apart, there was something about it, that incredible rush of familiar and unfamiliar, that reminder of the way their mouth tastes, their tongue feels, and them, all of them comes rushing in, slamming into you.
“Lucien…”
That was all I got out before I was picked up and deposited on his lap, my thighs forced to straddle his. My hips rocked forward, finding him hard and wanting for me, his groan vibrating all of the way through my body. Only just when I felt full of him, his feel, his scent, his taste, hands went to the back of my neck, balling up my hair, before kisses rained down on my neck, forcing me to squirm harder. Then one hand was pulled away, slow kisses working their way up and across the sensitive skin of my wrist, then farther up, while another set of hands pushed my dress hem higher.
A sharp clap had me pulling away, and I found out who was making it before I turned around.
“Scar…” Tobias snarled.
“Just making sure your mate knows what she’s doing. If she wants to have vanilla sex in a booth in my club, I’m not one to judge. I just want to make sure that is what she wants.” I turned slowly, feeling a flush of shame, something the woman seemed to note with a knowing smile. “Maybe work up to public sex, when you’ve got a clear head and heart?”
I nodded, feeling relieved and disappointed all at the same time.
“Why is your employee cockblocking us all of a sudden?” Beau asked with a sigh, but not before placing one last kiss on my knuckles.
“Because that’s what I pay her to do—to reign in my less helpful impulses. Thank you for everything, Scar. As always, you’re a good friend,” Tobias replied.
“Damn right, I am. Now, gimme a call about that New York proposal in the morning, or whenever you surface. We need to talk.”
She gave the lot of us a jaunty salute before sauntering away, and as I climbed off Lucien and resituated my clothes, Beau put an idea to the pack.
“So if a club is out of the question, what about a car?” He wasn’t asking me, though, not really, making the rest of his brothers smile darkly in response to his idea. “Tobias, you said Lucien should’ve taken a driver. Why don’t we show our mate how it should’ve gone down?”
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“Whoa…”
The car wasn’t the usual sleek black SUV. This was a monster of a thing, complete with impenetrably dark window tinting.
“Home, sirs?” the driver asked the pack as he went to open the door.
“I think we’ll go for a drive first,” Tobias replied in a mild tone that was at odds with the hot look he sent my way. “We’re not fussed as to where. Just keep driving until we let you know it’s time to go home.”
The man looked at me for just a split second, then nodded, opening the door to the most capacious backseat I’d ever seen.
Just like a stretch limo, there was a bench seat on either side of the car, facing each other. I was ushered inside, the pack following hot on my heels.
“So should we play a game?” Lucien asked, those familiar words sending a shiver through me as everyone settled into their seats. Beau smiled at that idea, looking the two of us over lazily from where he sat opposite.