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Every time I thought he would suffocate and tried to move myself off him, he dragged me down farther, refusing to let me stop.
The orgasm raced toward me, building and mounting at speed.
I made the mistake of looking over at Vaughn.
His dick was somewhere buried in Kiki’s shiny pink mouth. His eyes were at half-mast, hooded with desire. But when Amber tried to kiss him, he gently moved her away, his gaze on me the entire time.
I could tell from the way he shifted that he was close to coming. His hips drove up, while Kiki’s mouth slid down. She moaned like a porn star, her free hand pressing between her legs to get herself off while she sucked him.
Vaughn groaned, watching her, then his gaze slid to me.
“Rub your clit,” he ground out.
“I am,” Kiki panted around his dick. “I’m going to come.”
He hadn’t been talking to her.
He’d been talking to me.
I put my fingers to my clit and rubbed. Just the way he’d told me to, while Fang tongued my opening.
“Come with me,” Vaughn demanded.
“Yes!” Kiki shouted, fingers deep in her pussy. “I’m coming.”
He ignored her but fucked her mouth harder and faster to shut her up. Kiki came with a gasp, but it was me Vaughn was waiting on. Me he was holding out for.
Fang tucked three fingers up inside my tight slit, and I came in a blinding rush of color and feeling. The orgasm exploded through my body with a force I didn’t know possible, though I was no stranger to getting off.
Vaughn clutched Kiki’s hair and finally let me go. His eyes closed and he lost himself in the feel of her mouth, sucking down everything he poured into her. His groans of ecstasy combined with Fang’s talents had me panting and whimpering and desperately clutching the back of the couch for support when the orgasm became all-consuming.
When it finally slowed and the world came back to me, I found both men staring at me.
The heat of the moment gone, I tugged my skirt back down and turned to Fang. “Take me to bed. Let me return the favor.”
I wasn’t fucking him in front of Vaughn.
He was going to have to use his imagination for that one.
23
FANG
I followed Rebel down the hall to my bedroom, closed the door, and leaned back on it.
She threw herself down on the bed and buried her face beneath the pillows.
I waited, giving her the time and space she needed.
Eventually, she poked her pretty little head out from beneath the mounds of pillows I’d bought for her. I didn’t give a shit about the stupid things. I didn’t even use one most of the time, too used to sleeping flat on a mattress that I couldn’t break the habit.
But the scratchy sheets I used to own were replaced the first time I’d taken her to bed. From then on, I’d bought nice ones. Ones with big numbers on the package ’cause Queenie had told me they were the good shit.
I didn’t want to give Rebel any reason not to come here. Hell, I would have bought sheets made of pure gold if that had gotten her to stay here permanently.
I wish it was that easy to keep her. But I didn’t only call her Pix because of her size. She was the very definition of a pixie, flittering around, impossible to tie down.
No matter how badly I wanted her, I would never clip her wings.