After there’s enough moisture, I remove my finger and slide it between her ass cheeks.
Her eyes sharpen and she goes stagnant. “Phoenix—”
I repeat the same thing I told her before. “Trust me.”
When I reach the entrance, I lightly circle the tight hole, getting her used to the feeling.
Exhaling a shaky breath, she begins moving. When she finds a rhythm she likes, and her eyes flutter closed, I push the tip of my finger inside.
Her motions pick up, and I go a little deeper. “How does it feel?”
“Different,” she says with a tight breath. “Not in a bad way.” Her face twists with pleasure. “I kind of like it.”
“Good.” My lips rise. “Now shut up and cream my dick.”
Looping her arm around my neck, she works herself up and down my cock. Each time she does, I notch in a bit more, until I’m as far in as I can go.
Her breathing becomes ragged and her body curves over mine. “I’m gonna come.”
Fuck yeah she is.
I love the way Lennon does it, too.
Her mouth parts in the shape of an O and her brows furrow like she’s in deep concentration before a low moan erupts from her and she clamps down, gripping me like a vise as her juices drip down my sac.
Breathless, she sags against me. “You didn’t come.”
I was too busy concentrating on her to focus on my own needs.
Which, I’ll admit, isn’t something that happens with any other chick.
Only her.
Her teeth graze my earlobe. “I got you.”
White-hot heat licks up my balls as she begins riding me fast and furious, like she’s on a mission to drain every ounce of jizz from me.
“Goddamn.”
Heat licks across my skin and my head lolls back as the sounds of our skin slapping together fill the room.
My cock pulsates and my abs clench.
Lennon clasps the back of my head and fuses our lips together, giving me what I want.
What I need.
Gripping her hair, I slip my tongue inside her mouth, kissing her with so much vehemence her breath catches and her heart beats against my chest like a drum.
And then she’s kissing me back with just as much intensity.
Groaning into her mouth, I come inside her.
Expelling a little sated sigh, Lennon slumps against me. “We should have no problem sleeping now.”
Sleeping is the last thing on my mind. That round was just foreplay.
Those long eyelashes flicker against my skin. “Um…Phoenix?”
“Yeah?”
She peers up at me with amusement. “Your finger is still in my ass.”
A slow grin stretches my mouth. “I know.”
And that’s when it hits me.
She’ll trust me with her body.
But not her heart.
CHAPTER 62
LENNON
“I don’t understand,” Quinn says. “Why is me talking about Gwyneth bad?”
Fuck. My. Life.
I told myself I wasn’t going to get involved, but yesterday, while we were driving to North Carolina Quinn, went on a whole hour-long tangent about how beautiful and perfect Gwyneth is and how everyone on social media is so excited for Memphis and her to have this baby.
Skylar tried to hide it well, but when I walked back to the bunk, her red puffy eyes told me all I needed to know.
I tried to console her, but she made a beeline for the bathroom and locked it.
And that’s where she stayed …until Storm threatened to piss on her bed.
It’s bad enough watching the guy she’s harbored these forbidden clandestine feelings for have a baby with someone else…she doesn’t need Quinn twisting the damn dagger every two seconds.
Not that Quinn means to, given she has no idea what’s going on under the surface.
Hell, I don’t even know most of the details.
Which is why trying to broach this conversation with her is so hard.
“I did not say it was bad.” Getting off my bed, I pace the floor of our hotel room. “It’s not. You’re totally entitled to like whoever you want.”
I’m not trying to start a mean-girl pact that makes Quinn hate her idol.
I just want my friend to stop hurting.
Quinn pops her gum. “Then what’s the problem?”
“It’s just…you talk about Gwyneth a lot.”
Quinn looks at me like I’ve just committed a cardinal sin. “That’s because she’s Gwen. Everyone talks about her. Plus, Memphis is going to marry her so—”
“Hold up. What do you mean Memphis is going to marry her?”
The guy only found out last week that he was the father.