Page 84 of Nest of Thieves
“You want to keep playing?” he asks, squeezing my butt.
As tempted as I am to say yes, my ass hurts. “I’m good.”
His fingers trace across the top line of my shorts, pulling them down a little. “Want a kiss to make it all better?”
I don’t think he means on the lips.
Embarrassing as this is with Lark and Mac watching, I nod into the arm of the couch.
“Use your words,” Vette says.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what, mami?”
Oh god. Kill me now.
“Kiss it and make it all better.”
His scent, rich with citrus and dirty promises, fills the room. I reach between us and unbutton my shorts, accidentally brushing against his erection. I swallow back a pant and grab the arm of the couch, digging my nails in as Vette pulls my shorts and thong over my ass. Once they’re around my thighs and the cool air kisses my bare skin, he waits.
“Vette,” I whine, begging him not to humiliate me more than he already has.
“Just admiring that pretty ass, mami.” Then he leans toward me, using his hands to pull my hips up so his lips can brush over my left cheek. Teasing his teeth over my skin, he swirls his tongue over one side before moving to the next and doing the same thing. Gooseflesh ripples down my arms.
Lark stands and leaves the room, cursing under his breath. I’m distracted by Vette’s fingertips, which are dangerously close to discovering how wet I am. Teeth bite into my ass, but not hard, and I gasp, arching my back and rubbing my thighs together.
“Stop,” Vette demands. “What did I tell you about that?”
I freeze, remembering what he said in the car the other night.I want you to feel every ache. I want your pussy to weep for me, to beg for relief until you have no choice but to admit that you want my knot as much as I want to throw you over the hood and take you from behind right now.
His knuckles brush over my pussy, barely. The softest of caresses that makes my entire body tremble. A deep rumbling fills the room. His approval. Desire. His need.
“She’s so wet,” he tells Mac.
“Should we help her a little bit?”
Yes. Please, god, yes.
“No.”
I push myself up, pants still around my thighs, and glare at Vette. “No?”
He smiles at my indignation. “No,” he says again. “You’re not ready yet.”
Swinging my gaze to Mac, I raise my eyebrows to say,can you believe this motherfucker?
“Come here, Kitten. I’ll help you.”
“Mac,” Vette warns, but Mac rolls his eyes.
“Shut up, brother. You’re not stopping me unless you put a knife in my heart.” He issues a challenging glare.
Vette concedes, cutting his gaze to mine. “Go ahead, mami.”
I stand, shucking off my shorts and stepping toward where Mac sits. He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees, devouring me in one look. I stop in front of him, and he grabs my thighs, pulling me closer. Resting his chin on my stomach, he looks up at me, the picture of innocence.
“How do you feel right now?” he asks.
