Page 45 of Shadowed Whispers

Leo leans in on her other side, and I can just hear him say, “Isn’t that how this game is played? He left his seed in you and now claims you as his. Do you want to be his or ours, Frankie?”

I watch as her pulse flutters in her neck before her heart returns back to normal. Her snow-white pale skin flushes just so, making her look like an undead princess.

Her breath hitches as she thinks about it—or realizes she’s sandwiched between two very large rugby players facing off with her ex.

Her whole body tenses. I wouldn’t blame her one bit if she fled right now, leaving all of us here. In fact, I hope she does.

“Make me come,” she pleads with whispered defiance.

I know this is all for show just for him, but as my hand glides up her thigh, I only watch her. I watch the way she twitches in her seat and the way her breath hiccups.

“Relax,” Leo whispers, pushing the fries closer to her. “Eat.”

Clearing her throat, she grabs a fry and swirls it around in her milkshake.

“You couldn’t just stay out of my life.” She sighs defeatedly. “I wasn’t good enough for you years ago, and now you’re back in my life.”

“And things change.” Bishop winks at her before sipping his shake. “I have a feeling things are about to get very interesting.”

“Why do I feel like everyone around me is talking in tongues?” she grumbles.

Because we are.

I inch my hand higher on her warm thigh, my thumb so close to her core that I can feel the heat radiating off her. I want to push her panties aside, dip my fingers in, and feel how wet she is.

I don’t even care that Bishop’s cum is still inside her. I plan to use it as lube. Also, I wish it was Leo’s cum.

Fuck.

I twitch in my seat, leaning forward and resting my chin on my left hand as my right one lies in the junction of her thighs.

“I feel like everyone is watching me,” she says, but then she parts her thighs.

Very good girl.

“I think you like it,” Bishop purrs.

“What is your problem?” Frankie snaps at him. It’s like neither of them can help themselves and have to outdo the other.

“I just want to see you make that O face.”

“You’re depraved.”

“And you, firefly, haven’t even breached the surface of how fucking depraved I can be.” His voice is a low tenor.

I tune them out as my finger slips down her slit, right outside of her panties. Just as I thought, she’s fucking soaked.

Frankie pauses and twitches, looking everywhere but at me.

“Ah, there it is,” Bishop says. “That’s how I get you to shut up.”

She just glares at him.

“Now the adults can talk.” He leans back, placing both hands on the back of the vinyl seating.

I glide one finger up and down her slit, working all the juice she has to give me over the fabric of her panties. Then, ever so slowly, I slip a finger beneath the fabric and toy with her clit.

Somehow, she keeps it together, parting her legs wide enough to give me access to her pussy while still sitting up straight and eating her fries. Every now and then, she lets out a soft little mewl that goes straight to my cock.

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