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But then he kissed her, and he tasted like Nash and her pussy, and that made her want to get not-dead again, so she opened her eyes.
He looked happy and horny, and since she was happy and horny too, she grinned up at him.“Hi.”
“Hi.Feeling better?”
“Mmm, much.”She wanted to stretch so she did, feeling all her marvelously loose muscles loosen even more, pleasure still humming.Her pussy felt sogood, happy and satisfied but still empty, but oh, they were going to fix that.Yes, they were.“I’m mad at you.”
He quirked one eyebrow, clearly not too worried about it.“Are you?”
She worked up a pout.It was hard, because she felt so damn good, but she was not a woman to back down from a challenge.“You tookso longto make me come.”
He just chuckled, the bastard, and reached down to give her pussy a loving stroke.“But was it worth it?”
She spread her legs so he could stroke her better.“Maybe.You might have to do it again so I can make sure.”
“Funny you should say that…”
“Hmm?”she said, distracted by the stroking.No, she wasn’t done…
“I did something,” he said, and his tone snagged her attention.
Though his fingers continued to stroke and play with her pussy, his expression was serious, his eyes intense.
She struggled to focus on his face instead of his hand.“What thing did you do?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but a noise from the living—the trio of beeps that signaled the front door lock releasing—room had her whipping her head around.
She couldn’t see it through Nash’s open bedroom door, but that was definitely the sound of the front door opening and closing.And that was more than one person walking into her house.
She started to leap up in alarm, mouth open to scream.But Nash’s hand, wet from her pussy, slapped over her mouth to hold her down.
“I moved up the gang bang,” he whispered, shoving his face close to hers.“Since you seemed to not want to wait.”
Oh.Nonplussed, she blinked up at him over his restraining hand.Outside the bedroom, the footsteps were getting louder.
“Want me to call it off?”he asked softly.The footsteps paused, then resumed, getting louder as she lay there, trapped by Nash’s hand that smelled like her cunt, caught in his wicked, wanton gaze.“Or do you wanna get used like a filthy slut?”
Heat flooded through her at the thought, empty pussy giving a desperate clench.There was only one answer, and he read it in her eyes before she nodded her head.
“That’s my bad girl,” he whispered, then he was kissing her, hard and deep, and when he stopped, they weren’t alone anymore.
Chapter Seventeen
“Hey, Nash.”Sawyer, in jeans and a Toledo Mud Hens T-shirt, came to a stop beside the bed with a wicked smile on his face.“How’s it going?”
Nash sat back on his haunches, pulling himself away from Bailey with an effort.“Pretty good, Sawyer.You?”
“Can’t complain.”Still smiling, Sawyer looked down at Bailey.“Who’s this?”
“This is Bailey.”
Sawyer looked down at her, laid out like a feast.Legs spread, pussy wet.Nipples hard, mouth red and swollen.And her eyes—heavy-lidded with lust and all but on fire with excitement.
“Hey, Bailey.”Sawyer reached down and, with one long finger, flicked her nipple.“How come you’re naked?”
Bailey glanced at Nash, a question in her eyes.He nodded, urging her to go with it.“Tell him, babe.”
Licking her lips, she looked back at Sawyer.“Because I like to fuck.”
