Page 144 of Pretty Poisoned

"Hey."

River's icy blue eyes stare back at me when I open my own. "Hey."

"Your color looks good," she says quietly. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel normal," I tell her. "Just tired. I didn't sleep much."

She reaches for the bandage on my chest and pulls it back.

"Don't," I tell her. "Don't take it off. I don't want to look at it."

"I just want to check on it. I'll lift it enough to see it, and then I'll put it back. You don't have to look."

"Okay."

I look somewhere just over her head while she peels back the corner of the bandage, examining the area for a minute before replacing it.

"How bad is it?"

"I don't know how to answer that," she says. "Not that bad, thanks to me. The places I couldn't glue are a little weepy, and you'll need to change the bandage again before we leave. You might be able to take it off tomorrow."

"Thank you," I tell her.

"You're welcome."

Her bare thigh brushes against me under the covers. I hitch my leg over her hip, and she leans in, kissing me with full, soft lips. Her tongue glides slowly and sensually along my own, waking me up, reminding me of how good that same tongue feels between my legs. I run my hands down her back, cupping her ass through her silk sleep shorts and pulling her into me, rocking my hips against her. She grinds back into me, and I push her blonde hair away from her shoulder. She's wearing a blue silk pajama top that matches those shorts with buttons running up the front. I fumble with them until I get enough of them undone to push it away from her tits.

They're small, and they're fucking perfect. She never wears a bra—I guess I wouldn't either. And her nipples are always hard like they are now. I rub the right one with my thumb while I suck on her neck.

"That feels so good," she whispers for Luca's sake.

"I know," I whisper back. "I can feel how wet you are through those shorts…against my thigh. Take them off." I pull her earlobe through my teeth.

"Take yours off," she says, working her shorts over her hips. She pushes the front of my cami down away from my breasts, and I hook my thumbs inside my shorts and underwear and kick them down my legs.

"So, you guys are just going to fuck on top of my unconscious body? Is this typical bedside manner?" Luca says from behind me. "You fuck all your patients, Riv?"

"Only the really good ones," she says. "You said it yourself—Teagan is always a good girl."

She reaches between my legs and strokes my clit with her fingers. I throw my head back on contact and moan; Luca wraps his hand around my neck and catches my mouth with his.

"I don't see any good girls here," Luca says. "I see a couple of horny brats."

I feel his hard dick against my backside, the head slotting against my pussy while River works my clit. I cry out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling it when he thrusts into me.

"Mmm…she got you nice and wet, didn't she?" Luca says, rocking his hips into me.

"Yes…"

"Holy shit," River says. "Are you inside her right now? I want to see."

She pulls the covers back and Luca grabs the thigh I'd hooked around her waist and holds it open to give her a better view as he fucks into me.

"Luca!"

It gives his massive cock better access, too, and I whimper each time he fills me.

"Fuck, that's hot," she says. "You're so fucking hot, Teagan."

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