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“Wait. How are we getting there? Taxi isn’t going to cut it.”
“I’ll go back for my car,” Thatcher says. “It’s bigger than the toy car JP drives.” He kisses the top of my head and disappears. We hear him clattering down the stairs, and I can picture him sprinting back to his house to get whatever car he drives.
“You guys can go now if you want,” I say as we wait. “Then we might all be back together.”
“Not leaving you,” Thatcher says shortly. “And fuck that,we’lltake a taxi. There’s hardly a shortage of them around here.”
“True,” I murmur and lie back, feeling dizzy from all the activity and huge decisions that have been flying around lately.
I must’ve fallen into a doze because I’m being jarred awake by Thatcher racing back into the flat, out of breath and skidding to a halt next to me. I shut my eyes again after glaring at him, so sleepy now, that I just want to sleep while someone gives me a chocolate IV. How perfect would that be?
JP gives the other guys instructions to sort out the luggage, and then I feel his arms around me as he scoops me up off the sofa, cradling me and whispering words of praise and encouragement to me.
“You sleep, we’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You’re a good girl, so strong and beautiful.”
I open my eyes and gaze into his. “Say more of the things.”
He chuckles. “You into praise kink, princess?”
“Sounds like you are,” I retort.
“Only with you.”
“Same. You are unlocking quite a few desires I never even knew I had.”
“Like fucking in public?” he asks, his tone husky and seductive.
“Mmmmm.”
He lowers his tone further. “I want to fuck you in a place where anyone can see us. Would you like that, princess?”
“Yes,” I moan, only now realising we are already at the car. I don’t even remember coming down the stairs. He’s good with distraction. He sets me on my feet and I climb into the Range Rover, which is definitely bigger than the Jag. I close my eyes and lean back against the headrest, hardly believing that my life has taken this strange and unexpected, yet oh-so-perfect turn.
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THATCHER
We settle Storm into the guest bedroom down the hallway from mine and Josh’s rooms, not wanting to make any assumptions. She moves around, unpacking her stuff and making things perfect for her, which doesn’t include our help in any way whatsoever.
“I’ve got this,” she snaps as I hand her another blanket, one we brought with us from her place.
She strips off her clothes, moving around the room as she creates a masterpiece of the room. Her underwear is pink and so cute, but I want to rip it off her savagely so I can bury my cock deep inside her. The need is clawing at me, begging me to claim her. I fidget, which catches her attention, and she softens.
“I won’t be long,” she says. “This house, this room is so beautiful, I need everything to be perfect.”
I nod, knowing I can’t ask her to hurry the fuck up. This is her space and it’s a process that she needs to get right, or it will mess with her head.
“Here.” JP returns to the room with the cherry tee.”You might as well have this now.”
She holds it up for inspection. “I’ll wear it with pride.”
He grins and sits on the bed, bouncing on it a little.
“No more waiting,” she says, giving us the green light to devour her, finally. We are like three animals waiting to devour her.
My fingers glide down her body, travelling over every inch. She gasps as my hands dip lower, her body trembling in anticipation. Josh teases her with soft kisses, sending a shiver rippling over her skin. JP's hands caress her inner thighs, his lips gently kissing and licking her skin. She is responding to our touch. Her breath becomes faster, soft pants as she writhes, trying to get closer to us.
I drop my mouth to her pussy and suck her clit. Storm cries out in pleasure, her hips bucking against my face as I tease her. My tongue swirls and flicks, tasting her sweet pussy and exploring every inch of her. I gently graze my teeth over her sensitive skin, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
