Page 118 of Pucking Bad Boys

I scoop her up and carry her to my bed, lowering onto the mattress like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

When she looks at me, her eyes are still glazed over with pleasure. “Macklin,” she pulls me to her, and I go willingly.

The awareness of Becks’s eyes on us doesn’t stop me from kissing her slowly and deeply. “You were so hot, coming all over Becks’s tongue, baby.” I praise.

She cups my jaw. “I know you liked it.” There’s a hint of amusement in her voice as her hand trails down my body.

I hiss when she rubs her palm against the bulge in my jeans. “We have to take care of this. And you have way too many clothes for me to do that.”

My cock pulses under her hand, but I resist every urge that washes over me. “Are you sure? You know you don’t have to doanything you don’t feel ready or comfortable with. If you’re sore, I can wait.”

“Take your clothes off, Macklin.” She orders.

“Fuck, I love it when you’re bossy.”

I shed my t-shirt, jeans, and underwear faster than lightning, and I climb on top of her.

Last night, after I took her for the first time, we tried a few more things. And when I joined her for breakfast after morning skate, one thing led to another we ended up with me behind her.

There are so many things I want to try with her, but right now all that matters is to feel her soft, wet heat around me.

One quick snap of my hips is all it takes. Talia is so wet that I sink inside her to the hilt.

She immediately pulses around me and my body moves inside hers, guided by pure instinct.

“Oh my God, yes.” She moans.

I grab one of her legs, lifting it to my hips so I can go deeper, and she feels so good. Too good.

“Are you going to come again for me, baby?”

Her teeth scrape against her bottom lip as she nods.

I grind my hips hard, putting pressure on her clit with my pelvis, and she snaps.

The fact that I manage not to blow my load with the onslaught of sensation of her inner muscles fluttering around me as she comes is a miracle.

One thing that has helped me to hold back is the heat of Becks’s gaze on us.

I turn to look at him, still in his jeans, a few feet away from the bed.

The yearning in his eyes is something I understand. My brother and I used to be joined at the hip as kids. We were always on the same page; we wanted the same things. Until we didn’t.

Tonight, for the first time in years, we’re back on that same page. We both want Talia.

A part of me tells me to kick him out of the room right now. That this isn’t going to end well. The trouble is that I can’t do that. Because I understand how he feels and because I know that Talia wants him too.

When I withdraw from Talia, she looks at me, confused.

“Macklin, where are you going? You aren’t done.”

“I know, baby.” I smile. “I was just thinking that both Becks and I made you come once. Think you’d like to find out if we could make you come together?”

I know the answer even before she says yes.

“What do you say, brother? Do you want to help me make my girl feel good?” I can’t help staking that verbal claim on her. I’m the one for Talia, and that won’t change no matter what happens between her and Becker. It’s just a matter of waiting for the attraction between them to run its course.

Becks’s brows knit together, suspicion written all over his face.