Page 34 of Meant for Them
“Good. So, what is this about team building exercises?”
I am going to learn that that look on her face means something scary.
???
“Right hand on red.”
I groan as I have to basically bend over my brother to get to the nearest red.
Jake flinches, and I know he’s thinking about dropping out so he doesn’t have to feel my hips and squishy balls on him. “Don’t you dare. Look how happy she is.”
He looks at Morgan, who’s got a devious look on her face and a suspicious lack of interest in the overlarge spinner in her hand.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Are you even using that thing? You’re totally choosing the limbs and colors based on what you want to see, aren’t you?”
Caught.
She stammers and flushes and then spins the thing for good measure, calling out, “Left foot, blue.”
Wiley falls to the ground, right underneath Jake.
“Hey handsome fella,” Jake teases.
Morgan claps, giddy as fuck about this whole situation. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
They both glare at her, then Jake offers a compromise. “Blood brothers, babe. That’s not happening. Not even a little bit. How about you come sub in for him and give him a chance to spin?”
She hardly even hesitates. Practically throwing the spinner at Wiley, Morgan slides underneath Jake and wags her eyebrows. He leans down to kiss her, and this light, bubbly feeling erupts in my chest.
She’s only been here a few weeks at this point, but I can’t even imagine our lives without her anymore. Technically our curse is broken now, but we really don’t have much interest in associating with people in town beyond the necessary times. Apparently being cursed leaves some trauma with you; who knew?
“Right hand yellow,” Wiley calls out, totally copying Morgan’s method of not actually using the spinner. He’s not even pretending to.
This move puts my hand right between Morgan’s legs, and I’m not experienced enough with her to not blush.
“Hm. I wonder… how long do you guys think you could continue the game if I started sucking you off?”
I nearly fall from sheer surprise, but I’m determined to win this round. I lost miserably in the first round, and I have shit to prove.
“Interesting,” Jake drawls, eyes going somewhat wolfy when Morgan twists to yank my shorts over my hips.
“Team building exercise,” she mumbles as she pulls me into her mouth.
Holy. Fuck. Yeah, I think I like team building exercises.
A very weird sound comes out of my throat, and somehow me and Jake manage to keep moving our hands and feet as Wiley calls out places to move, but absolutely all of my concentration is centered around the body part my mate is sucking on.
I honestly don’t know why we’re still dealing with this farce of a game, other than the fact I’m worried she’ll stop touching me if we don’t keep playing. Weird ultimatum, but it’s a damn worthy cause.
I’m pretty upset when I have to scoot too far over to reach her mouth, but maybe there’s a method to her madness. Now she’s closer to Jake, yanking his pants over his hips and kicking them away with mine.
I honestly don’t understand the physics of how she’s sliding that much cock in her mouth without choking, but it’s a damn miracle.
I stare, mesmerized, watching his cock disappear and reappear again, and eventually I start to realize I’m not freaking out about seeing my brother’s hard dick.
Okay, I might have slightly puked a bit, but I choked that down. Don’t worry, I’ll brush my teeth before I kiss her.
“Fuck it. I think it’s time for a different team building exercise,” Wiley calls as he ditches the spinner altogether. He dives headfirst between Morgan’s thighs, getting her bare for us.
