Page 48 of Deadlier Obsessions

I roll my eyes because I know she’s making anotherFriendsreference, which I happen to love. After all, it’s how our friendship started, our love ofFriendsmemes.

Looking back at the guys, I notice them exchanging glances, and I’m not sure what that’s about, but I choose not to address it. Chances are pretty good if it’s not something they want to talk about, they won’t.

Lucy loops her arm in mine, and we walk down the street perusing more of the amazing shops the city of love has to offer. And of course, when we try to zoom past the lingerie store, we are grabbed and pulled inside. Predictable.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MAV

I may be a bell-end, which is the strangest insult I’ve ever heard, but I’m most definitely buying lingerie for the girls. There’s no maybe about it, and it’ll be my credit card used for the purchase. Lucy can fucking deal with it. I spot a red lacy two piece that will be perfect for our expectant mama, but she starts throwing a tantrum. Do I consider taking her into a change room and reminding her who’s in charge? I do, but instead I do that sensitive bullshit all the experts say is important.

“I won’t even be able to wear that for long,” she complains as I grab her size.

Chuckling, I say, “It won’t be on you long anyway.”

Rolling her eyes at me, she huffs, and fuck if isn’t adorable. “I mean because my stomach is going to get so fat, and I’m going to look like a goddamn whale, Mav.”

Oh, she’s worried that she won’t look good, which is ridiculous, but again I’m trying the sensitive route here.

I grab her chin in my hand and tilt her head back slightly, forcing her to meet my gaze. “When your stomach is big, baby, you’ll only be even sexier. There’s nothing I look forward to more than watching you grow our child inside you. If you think a huge belly will make us not want to fuck you, well, you’re wrong. The bigger you get, the less we’ll keep our hands off you.”

She wraps her arms around my waist, and I place mine around her, and she begins to cry. Jesus. This hormone bullshit is difficult at times, but I just hold her until she gets heremotions under control. Gage comes over and chuckles. “That’s Mav, always making the girls cry.”

I ignore the asshole and continue shopping and find several naughty little outfits for both our women. As we’re getting ready to pay, I spot the most bizarre panties I’ve seen in my life. I hold up the crotchless panties with a strand of pearls covering the opening and inspect it. “What the fuck?”

Stella breaks out into a fit of giggles. “Pearl panties.”

“But why?”

For the life of me, I cannot figure out why you’d need or want pearls covering your pussy.

She shakes her head at me like I’m the dumbest person on the planet. “They stimulate the clit, Mav.”

Glaring at her, I ask, “How the fuck do you know this? You’ve worn these for other men?”

The thought of either of them with other men pisses me the fuck off. Do I know Stella wasn’t a virgin when we met them…took them, whatever. Unfortunately, I do know that, but it doesn’t mean I like it.

“No, I haven’t.”

She places her hands on her hips and glares right back at me. “Are you done being a possessive asshole now, Maverick?”

Lucy stands watching us as I reach into Stella’s hair and pull her head back, and growl in her ear, “Not by a fucking longshot. The thought of you with other men makes me want to find a dark corner and remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

Her sweet little gasp only makes my need grow even more. These women drive me insane, it’s never enough. The more I get the more I want. Suddenly my brain becomes even more devious. I want to fucking tie both of them up, so we can use their beautiful bodies all night long, both of them at our mercy, unable to do anything other than take our cocks until we are satiated. The problem is, I don’t think any of us ever will be.

SEBASTIAN

Mav’s routinely pissing off or upsetting both of our girls, and Gage and I are more than happy to stay back and watch him try to dig himself out of it. Trouble with that plan is that he and Stella suddenly go from winding each other up, to staring at each other like there’s about to be a need for cleanup in aisle three. I step up beside them, shoulder checking Mav to catch his attention.

“Watch it, fucker,” he hisses, turning to glare at me. I jerk my head at the counter literally a few feet from him, with two sour-faced ladies standing behind it, disapproving frowns on their faces.

“Maybe try and remember we just got kicked out of one place today for this shit? Keep it in your pants til we get back.”

He releases Stella and gets in my face, risking an attack from Gage like an idiot.

“Do I answer to you, Pretty Boy? I’m just playing with her. It’s this thing I thought we all liked to do, called getting them wet and making sure they’re fucking desperate, by the time we get home, but then maybe you have your head too far up Gage’s ass right now for that?”

“Okay, that’s uncalled for,” Gage snaps, stepping between us. The girls start muttering and turn their backs on us, sneakily paying for their shit while I face off with Mav. I swear this trip has been a fucking shit show, because it’s one thing after another with us right now. I think this one’s entirely on me though, because it’s my insecurities making me get pushy with him.

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