Page 91 of Praised
“Nothing is going to take away from how gorgeous you looked tonight on your knees for me. On your back for me. Up in the air…”
He groaned and covered his cheeks, turning away. “There’s something about doing this in the daylight that’s really embarrassing.”
“If you think I’m going to turn the lights off while I fuck you in front of the mirror later, you have another thing coming,” I murmured.
“What if I want to fuckyou?” he countered, brow arched. “You know I like being told that I’m good at giving just as much as receiving.”
“You’re going to make me cancel on your friend.”
Rose barked out a laugh. “Oh shit, Drake. We should go.”
“I’m sure Dalton has him occupied,” I said, following Rose out of the church, mesmerized by the way the bottom of his ass cheeks hung out from beneath the hem of his extremely short shorts. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and I could just reach right up and touch him if I wanted…
“You weren’t kidding,” Rose said, coming to a stop after finding Dalton with Drake up against the wall, hands pinned against the bricks and a thigh between his legs. “Are all of you like this? Just taking what you want?”
“Only if it’s freely given.”
“Always?”
“Unless there are rules in place,” I said.
Rose dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth.
“Duly noted.” He clapped his hands together, which was enough to startle Drake, but not Dalton. “Let’s go. I’m tired and I get to have sex when I get home.”
“You had sex upstairs,” Drake countered, the words tapering off into a moan as Dalton drove his thigh higher between Drake’s spread legs.
“I like that,” I whispered into Rose’s ear. “That you didn’t specify it wasmyhome.”
“If what’s mine is yours, like this cock, this ass.” He wiggled said ass. “Then isn’t what’s yours mine?”
“All of it.”
A small smile flashed across his mouth before disappearing. “Let’s go. They can meet us there.”
“Walking?” I asked.
“It’s just a few blocks down.” Rose took my hand like it was his to hold, and in every way that mattered, it very much was.
He glanced over his shoulder at the edge of the parking lot, Dalton and Drake still flush against the building. “Dalton’s a good guy, right?”
“He’s a teddy bear.”
“Drake has claws,” Rose said.
“I think they’ll be fine.”
Dalton had a list of kinks a mile long, but in the years since I’d met him, I’d never seen him get in over his head, and I didn’t imagine Rose’s pink-haired friend was going to be the one to change that.
“Are you sure you’re okay coming out with us?” Rose asked, rounding the corner away from the club.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s…not like what you and your friends normally do.”
“I assure you my friends and I eat often.”
“None of you strike me as the greasy diner type,” he said.
