Page 36 of Trust Me Always

“Damn, baby,” he groans, pressing his erection up against me. “God, I’ve missed this.”

“Stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His hands tug at my bra, freeing my left breast, and he takes me in his mouth.

I shake against him, pulling on his hair but pressing him farther into my chest. My head falls back, and I reach behind myself, fingers going to the clasp of my bra as his undo his belt.

It’s a tantalizing sound, and my toes curl into the comforter beneath me.

I sit up slightly, and he drags his jeans down. I barely allow him to get them past his hips before I’m lowering again, bra sliding off and tangling around my wrists.

He chuckles, helping it off before pushing my skirt up over my ass and moving my boy shorts aside, lining himself up at my entrance.

Closing my eyes, I sink down onto his hard shaft, heat zinging up my spine at the stretch. “Yes,” I moan to myself, hips pressing down and rocking slowly.

This is what I needed.

“You feel so good,” he groans, seeking out my lips, but I bite into his and tear away, my eyes focusing on his dick.

I watch as it slides out just a couple inches, then press back down, moaning when my clit meets his pelvis and then do it again.

“Shit,” he hisses, fingertips pressing into my thighs and urging me to move faster, but I don’t.

I keep the slow, torturous roll. His hips buck up into me and he moans, muscles bunching beneath me.

My limbs start to shake, my orgasm building slowly, painfully.

I clench in anticipation.Yes.

Please. I need?—

A loud bang shakes the door, and we both freeze, Alister’s hands instantly going to my hips.

“The door isn’t locked,” he whispers raggedly.

We wait a second to see if they’ll go away, but then it pounds twice as hard.

This time, the person doesn’t wait more than a moment for a response. The door is thrown open, an angry Chase on the other side.

“What the fuck, Harper?!” Alister lifts me off him, his dick sliding out and leaving a mess all over my thighs. He tugs his bottoms up as he pushes to his feet, the clink of his belt like a deafening church bell in this small, silent space.

He shifts, attempting to hide me behind him, but my skirt has fallen back into place, and I’ve already got my breasts smashed in my hands.

Chase ignores him, walking my way as he reaches over his head, peeling the shirt from his back with one swift pull. He gently tugs it over mine next, then takes my hand, softly yanking until I’m forced to stand, and leads me to the farthest corner of the room.

My cheeks burn in embarrassment, my breath ragged. “I’m fine,” I rasp.

“Are you drunk?” he asks with a firm tenderness that’s void of judgment.

“I would never—” Alister booms.

“Fuck off, Howl. I’m not talking to you!” Chase shouts back, not taking his eyes off me. “Cam?”

I swallow, looking away from him. “I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing.”

Jesus, Cameron, you’re embarrassed to admit as much. Does that not tell you something?

He stares at me for several unnerving moments, and I don’t look away, letting him see the truth in my eyes.

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