Page 113 of Every Move You Make

A broken sob cuts through my thoughts, and I catch her dabbing under her eyes.

Isaiah’s there first to soothe a hand over her thigh. “Oh no, hey hey hey.”

“Baby,” I plead, my hands squeezing her shoulders. “It’ll be okay. Come here. Come back here with me.”

Wordlessly and without putting up a fight, she unbuckles her seatbelt and deftly climbs between the front seats to straddle me in the back, her arms locking behind my neck as she nestles her face in the crook of my neck. She feels like a puzzle piece locking into place against me. Caressing my hands over her muscled back, I inhale slowly as she releases whatever it is that needs to be extricated.

“Don’t listen to her,” I murmur. “You’re beautiful exactly as you are. You’d be beautiful with bigger shoulders. You’d be beautiful with no shoulders. If you were just a head in acryogenic chamber, we’d love you.”

Her whimpering laugh slices through the tears, and I take the tiny victory. “Would you still take me dancing?”

“Of course we would.”

“We’d bring you to every rugby game you wanted,” Isaiah adds from the driver’s seat. “I bet they’d give us primo parking and front-row seats.”

“And we’d find one way or another to make you come.”

“You guys are so stupid,” she giggles through the diminishing tears and sniffles loudly. “Thank you.”

“You’re going to look amazing in your Adidas spread,” Zay says, eyes peering into the rearview mirror. “Do you honestly think they’d make you look anything less than extraordinary?”

With a long, shuddering inhale, she waits a beat before answering. “No. I’m really,reallyexcited for this.”

“As you should be,” I say. Her breathing returns to a normal speed, and she slowly pulls away from my neck to look me in the eyes. There’s darkness all around us, but her everlasting sunshine breaks through it all. Even with self-esteem shrouded, her brightness calls to me.

Robyn pushes her chest close to my face and circles her hips against me. “Will you make me feel better?”

Oh. What a delightful little detour.

My eyes catch on Isaiah’s hands flexing around the steering wheel before returning to Robyn. “Is that what you need right now, princess?”

“Please,” she whines, tugging her lip between her teeth.

A better man might tell her to wait until we get home.

I am not a better man.

Thankfully, her white linen shorts have a wide leg, so I easily slip my hand between us and play with the seam of her panties. “This?” I tease, skimming the softest touch where she’s warmest. “Is this what you want?”

Eyes hooding, she hisses, “Yes.”

“Okay. Only because you're such a good girl for us, and you deserve anything you want.”

There’s a low groan from the front seat, and I catch Zay’s dark blue eyes in the mirror again before I dip a finger under the stretchy material and touch her butter-soft skin. “Do you like knowing he’s right there? Watching. Listening.”

She nods, her eyes closing all the way.

“I know you do. He likes it too. He likes to be punished as much as he wants to fuck you. To fuck me.” Before I even breach her slit, there’s wetness catching on my finger. “Isn't that right, Isaiah?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A surge of electricity shoots down my spine, and my dick pulses. “Jesus Christ, dude! Warn a man before you call him that!”

There’s a shared giggle that reverberates throughout the cabin of the car before I slide one finger inside her, immediately locating her sweet spot and rubbing it. Her laughter dies, replaced with a sudden gasp.

“What?” I smirk. “Is it not so funny when I tickle this little spot?”

Sharp nails dig behind my bun and lock in as I use my other hand to slide up her leg, swipe under her panties, and grip her backside. The muscles of her wet channel constrict as I apply a thumb to that perfect little button between her legs and play with it.

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