Page 78 of When We Met

I shoot Morgan a glare, knowing exactly what’s happening here. Threading the brush through her hair, I kiss the top of her head. “Like a rapper… or are we talking tommy gun and on the run with a guy named Clyde?”

She blinks. Twice. “Can I have a tommy gun?”

“No.”

“I wanna be a gangster though,” she whines.

If you’re wondering where this is coming from, I bet Morgan let them watchScar Face. Two weeks ago they watchedGoodfellasand before that,Casino. We’re horrible examples to be raising girls.

I pat Camdyn’s head. “Don’t we all, sweetheart.”

I get the girls into bed, and when I come back into the kitchen, Morgan is still drinking with Kacy, and they’re laughing. I don’t like that she’s laughing with him. Possessive, I know, but I want every smile, every moan, every single hot gesture she makes, all to myself. I’m paralyzed by the idea of what that means.

I step forward and steal Morgan’s shot glass from him. “You can leave now. I don’t need you anymore.”

Morgan rolls his eyes but stands, regardless. “Fine, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That’s leaving a lot on the table,” I tease, unable to keep my eyes off Kacy. Now that I have her back at the house, I’m going to convince her staying here has a lot more perks than a hotel. My hospitality is fucking amazing.

Kacy doesn’t say anything as Morgan leaves, but she screws the top back on the whiskey and turns on the stool she’s sitting on. “Hey.”

I lick my lips and step closer, pushing myself between her legs. “Tired?”

“No, not really.”

Dipping my head forward, I push her sweater away from her collarbone and press my mouth to her warm skin. “Then come to bed, with me.”

Her hands travel up my sides, over my back, and trace my spine. “Is that a good idea? What if the girls wake up?”

“Then I’ll explain to them that sometimes boys let girls sleep in their beds so they can rub their parts together.”

“Oh my God.” She cackles. “That’s sounds odd on so many levels.”

“You’re right, it does.” I chuckle but sneak my hands around her ass and lift her up. After carrying her into my room, I close the door, lock it, and lay her on my bed. “Now, let me see this clit ring. I need to give it my full attention.”

Kacy arches her back, her legs widening, a soft moan falling from her lips. “Oh God, please. I’m dying to have you inside me again, Barron.”

My name whispered is my undoing. I practically rip her clothes off, and mine.

I’ve gone down on one girl my entire life and have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, but I’m not about to tell Kacy that. I’ve learned some things over the years—thank you, porn—but I’ve also never had any experience with a clit ring.

Guess what? You don’t need to know what you’re doing. You’ll figure it out when they encourage you by screaming your name like Kacy does. Keeping my mouth on her pussy, I take the pillow beside me and throw it over her face. “Shut up, or this is going to end before you come,” I warn her, my mouth nibbling on the inside of her thigh.

She takes the pillow and fists it between her hands, arching her back again. Her pussy is hot, swollen, and so fucking wet that I struggle to keep from moaning myself. Sucking her clit ring into my mouth, I use the tip of my tongue to stroke her clit softly. By the shaking of her thighs, I’d say she likes that. I slide two fingers inside her lips, warm, wet, absolutely perfect.

Driving my fingers inside of her, I trace them over her lips, lapping, sucking, biting, fucking her with my mouth and loving every goddamn beautiful second of it.

Her hips buck against me, and I have to hold her down, refusing to stop until I know she’s come. Her pussy contracts, gripping my fingers as I pump my hand in and out of her and my tongue wildly licking her clit.

And then she’s coming, pulsing around my fingers, writhing against my mattress and moaning into the pillow, something about that being amazing and the greatest orgasm she’s ever had. At least I heard it that way.

I drag myself up her body, wiping my mouth on my pillow. Gripping my cock firmly, I drag the head over her clit. She squirms, smiling at me. “That was amazing.”

“Best you’ve ever had?” I’m not expecting her to agree with me—I’m not stupid—but, she surprises me.

“Without a doubt.”

I growl out a needy breath as I push myself inside her. My eyes squeeze tight as she closes around me.

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