Page 68 of The Mountain
“Eddie?” She blinks up at me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before dropping her gaze to my mouth. “Are you… is this okay?” It’s a whisper, a question meant only for me, even if the others are all close enough to hear it.
My heart thunders wildly, mouth going dry. I think I might be trembling in her arms. Just a little. Hopefully not enough for the guys to see.
I know what she’s asking and I should be grateful she’s asking it, but I almost wish she wouldn’t. I wish she’d just kiss me, tangle her fingers in the back of my hair, tell me what to do like she did in the shower. Because I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing and I’ve honestly never been so shit scared in my entire life.
My cock, apparently, doesn’t understand the severity of the situation. It throbs almost painfully where it’s pinned between us, and I rock against her before I can stop myself, desperate to ease the ache, humping her thigh like a dog.
She huffs out a laugh, and then those hands move, gripping the back of my head just like I wanted them to, crashing her mouth to mine.
Her kisses are hungry and sweet, little nipping things that are more teasing than anything else. The sort of kisses that have every thought and worry vacating my brain as all the blood heads south. I forget about the four guys watching us. Forget that I’ve only ever made a chick come once, and that was Lily, in the shower, when she basically used my fingers.
I forget about everything but the feel of this woman beneath me.
“Missy,” I say, pulling back to stare down at her. “Fucking hell, Missy.” And then I’m kissing her, taking her mouth how I want to take it. Selfishly, like I would consume her if I could.
Her body arches against mine, her legs untwining from my own as her thighs go wide. I settle between them, my cock pressed against her core, and I swear I can feel the heat of her through my sweats and the thin cotton of her sleep shorts.Liam’s shorts.But I can’t think about that now, not with her beneath me.
I reach between us, tugging at the hem of her T-shirt, slipping my hand beneath, desperate to feel her. To feel that smooth, warm skin. To map the shape of those perfect breasts, play with them, tease them.
I hum with satisfaction at the feel of them, gently tugging at one hardening nipple, then tracing the underside of her breast with my fingers. It’s not enough. Not now that I’ve seen them once before.
I give her lower lip a quick nip before pulling back, my gaze dropping to her exposed stomach, to the hem of her shirt. “Arms up, Missy,” I order, and she obeys, lips parted and eyes glazed as I slip her shirt off in one fluid motion.
That’s better.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I rasp, and for a long moment, I just stare at her breasts, full and beautiful with dark nipples against skin that’s slightly paler than her sun-kissed stomach and shoulders.
I can’t believe I get to touch them. To touch her.
“Eddie…” Lily whines.
I blink, then give her a sheepish grin. “Sorry,” I say, but of course I’m not really sorry at all.
“You’re teasing me.”
My grin widens at the way her lips curve into an almost petulant frown. I didn’t mean to tease her, though. I was just being selfish, enjoying the sight of her.
“If you think that’s teasing, then I’m not sure how you’re going to cope with all the things I want to do to you,” Liam says conversationally.
And just like that, I remember I’m not alone with Lily.
I turn to give Liam a scowl, then wrinkle my nose when I see he’s pulled Antoine onto his lap. Liam ignores me but Antoine shoots me a bland, unimpressed look in return—although the expression doesn’t have quite the vibe he’s probably going for when his pupils are blown and his lips are kiss-swollen and he’s straddling Liam’s thighs.
“Poor Lily,” Seth murmurs from where he’s sprawled out on the mattress next to Lily. He gives a slow blink, his gaze heated as it roves over the scene in front of him, like it’s his own personal show. “Who would tease someone as sweet as you?”
“Exactly,” Lily huffs, narrowing her eyes at Liam.
“You’d like it though.” Liam tips Antoine’s head back, taking a moment to trail kisses up the column of Antoine’s throat, drawing a moan from Antoine’s lips. “You’d love every second of it.”
“I’dnever tease you,” Matty offers gallantly, like he’s some knight pledging his services. He scoots forward on the mattress, his shoulder knocking against mine as he edges closer to Lily.
Lily’s gaze softens. “I know you wouldn’t,” she says, holding her arms out to him. “My sweet, sweet Matty.”
That’s all the invitation he needs, apparently.
Matty surges forward, his towel somehow miraculously staying wrapped around his hips as he pulls Lily against him, thick arms lifting her from the mattress as he settles himself alongside her, his back to Seth. She melts in his arms, moaning into his kiss when he tangles his fingers in her damp hair, pulling her greedily closer to him.
Liam chuckles, elbowing me in the ribs, and I frown. Fucking Liam. He probably thinks I’m annoyed that Matty has just shoved in and taken my place in Lily’s arms… which, okay, yes. Obviously I wish I was there.
