Page 41 of Pretty Lethal
“Hawk,” she returns, her voice carefully neutral.
“Where did you get that notebook?”
“Found it.”
“Where?” I demand, exasperated.
She still doesn’t look at me, her body taut. “In the library.”
“For God’s sake, Emilia. I told you not to go there alone!”
Her shoulders drop as she blows out a long exhale, fucking finally lifting her head to glare at me in defiance—hot as hell defiance.
“I can look out for myself, and as you can see, nothing bad happened.”
“That’s not the point,” I growl. “What if something had?”
“But it didn’t. It’s not like I went traipsing out into the woods alone in the middle of the night. Besides, you were drunk. What good would you have been? You’d only have drawn more attention to us if you’d come.”
I blow out an aggravated breath, watching as she closes the notebook and sets it aside before inching closer to me. Her lips curl in a coy smile as she looks up at me through her thick, black eyelashes.
“You can’t distract me with sex,” I rumble at her.
Her lips part in fake shock. “That is so far from what I was doing, but if you don’t want to have sex, then okay.” She shrugs an elegant shoulder and begins to move away, but I reach out and grab her around the thigh, dragging her over my lap until she’s straddling me.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to have sex.”
She smirks smugly.
“However, sex isn’t going to make me forget you snuck out without me last night.”
Leaning in, she rests her forehead against mine. We’re so close that her breasts press against my chest, and her core resting over my morning wood makes me want to bend her over my knee and smack her ass until it’s red and raw before fucking her into submission.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs.
“I’m just looking out for you.”
She smiles softly. “I know you are, but I’m capable of looking out for myself too. It was just a library. I wouldn't have gone alone if I truly thought it was dangerous.”
I give a curt nod, grasping her ass in both hands and pulling her closer against me so her pussy slides along the length of my cock. She rocks against me, and I capture her lips with mine, relishing the way she moans into my mouth and her small fists grasp ahold of my hair.
I lose myself so completely in the feel of her pressed against me that I forget about Wilder’s very existence until I hear him hum with satisfaction. “What a way to wake up,” he purrs huskily, and I feel the bed dip as he moves to cage Emilia between us, kissing along her shoulder and neck while I steal kisses from her as she grinds against me.
“More,” she pants when she rips her lips from mine, tilting her head back to give Wilder better access. He doesn’t hesitate to lick a line up the column of her neck while his hands fist the tank top she’s wearing to pull it off over her head.
Her breasts spring free, nipples peaked as they bounce in front of my face, and I’d be a fool to resist them. Leaning in, I capture a tight bud between my lips, gently biting down on it until she groans and writhes against me.
While I lick, suck, and fondle her breasts, Wilder’s hand dives beneath the waistband of her panties, playing with her until she’s bucking against his hand and calling our names like a prayer. It’s the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
We share a smug glance as she falls apart on Wilder’s fingers.
“It’s been far too long since we did this,” he says, putting words to my exact thoughts.
With both of us on the same page, we strip a boneless Emilia of her clothes, and Wilder positions her so she’s straddling him while he fists his cock. He helps to keep her on her knees while I grab some lube from the top drawer of his bedside table and smear it across my cock and around her asshole.
Her breaths grow shallow as I push a digit into her tight hole, waiting until she relaxes the band of muscles before I begin working her up to taking a second, then a third digit. I’m girthier than most men and don’t want to hurt Emilia.
“Oh, god,” she moans, now pushing back against me. “I forgot how good that felt.”
