Page 95 of Nest of Thieves
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble into his mouth, and he chuckles, kissing me tenderly as another orgasm rolls over me.
“You’re trouble, you know that?” he says, resting his forehead on mine. “So much fucking trouble, but so fucking worth it.”
“Same to you,” I say with a laugh, wrapping my hands around him. “God, that was so good.”
His eyes bore into mine. “You were perfect, baby. So fucking good.”
“You were amazing, too.” I softly kiss him in thanks.
“I need to pull out or I’m going to fuck you again.”
“But the wine,” I say, joking to distract him.
“The wine,” he parrots with a small gasp. “I forgot all about it.” He slowly eases out of me, and I growl under my breath. “I know, baby, but Mac looks like he might stab me if I start again.”
“Got that fucking right,” Mac says. “Fucking our girl and not even inviting us to join in. Rude as shit, Lark.”
“Don’t blame me,” Lark replies, holding my gaze and rolling his eyes. “It was her idea.”
“It was a good one,” I whisper. My bikini bottoms are floating behind him. I swim over and tie them on. Turning around, I come face to face with Lark’s naked ass as he climbs out of the pool. It’s a good ass. A solid, perky one.
“You’re staring,” Vette drawls.
“Wouldn’t you?” Swimming toward the steps, I try to gauge his mood. Alphas can be fickle about sharing. He’d done good last night with Mac, but he’d been a part of it. I walk up the steps and stop in front of him.
“The only ass I’m staring at is yours, mami.” He checks me out without an ounce of shame.
Mac stands and presses into my back, dropping his chin on my shoulder and linking his hands below my belly button. Vette’s nostrils flare and Mac tsks at him. You had a chance,” he says.
“Next time?” I despise how unsure I sound.
Vette nods. “Next time, you’re all mine.”
My core clenches at the thought, and I extract myself from Mac. I can’t have sex with Vette right after Lark. Right? That would be crazy. I mean, Lark’s cum is coating my thighs.
Vette wouldn’t mind,a little voice of sin whispers in my mind.
Heading toward Lark, I ignore that voice because it’s bound to get me in trouble. Lark hands me a glass of wine and welcomes me with a big grin, distracting me from thinking about sex and filling the room with my lustful scent.
“Nice to see you wearing pants.”
“I’d take them off, but Mac might cut my dick off out of jealousy. Thirsty?” Lark tries to subtly inhale, but I catch the way his nostrils flare as he breathes me in.
God, that’s so hot and so embarrassing all at the same time.
“Parched.” I take a big drink of the wine, humming in approval at the bitter flavor. It’s at the perfect temperature and not too acidic. “This is delicious.”
“It should be, it’s a two-hundred-dollar bottle.”
I spit out my next sip. “Two hundred?”
“I can’t believe you wasted that.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to, it’s just—”
“Relax, I’m joking. Spit it all out if you want. I’ll buy you another.” Lark grabs my hand and leads me to the lounge chairs. Vette fills a cup and Mac takes the bottle, not bothering with a glass.
“How’d it go?” Lark asks as they join us.
