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“Kingsley Voss,” I say, trying it out loud. “It suits you.”

“Thank you. Now my turn. What did you and Bower get up to at the waterfall?”

My eyes widen, and my cheeks heat as Bower laughs beside us.

“You walked right into that one, Tink.”

“I… uh… we…”

“Go on, Tink. Tell him what happened. Tell him how I kissed you while you rubbed your naked little pussy against my cock until you made us both come.”

I squeeze my eyes shut tight and drop my forehead to Kingsley’s shoulder, groaning in embarrassment. “You did not just say that, Bower!”

He laughs as Kingsley rubs his warm hand up and down my back, sliding it under the back of my top to soothe me.

“Are you embarrassed?” he whispers in my ear. I nod my head and he pulls my body tighter against him. “You shouldn’t be. I’m just jealous I didn’t get to see you come undone again.”

I tentatively lift my head. “Really?”

“Really. Now, do you want to keep playing the question game? Just you and me?” I lick my lips and nod my head, thankful for the change of topic.

“Alright, it’s your turn.”

“Um…” I wrack my brain for a question to ask. “How old are you guys?”

He smirks. “Trying to get three answers in one, huh?”

I bite my lip, trying not to smile at how easily he sees through me sometimes.

“I’m twenty-nine, same as Bower. West’s thirty-eight.”

My wide eyes turn to Weston. “You’re ten years older than me?”

“Does that bother you?”

“Does it botheryou?” I counter back.

He shakes his head, looking unfazed by my question.

“Not in the slightest. Age is just a number, and ten years isn’t a lot. Not at our age.” I considered that for a moment. He’s right, of course. Ten years would have been too much if I met him when I was a teenager. But now, it doesn’t mean anything since we’re both grown adults.

“Then it doesn’t bother me either,” I tell him with a nod of determination. A rare smile tilts the edge of his mouth as he leans forward, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my lips to meet his.

He pulls back with a whispered, “Good girl.”

Oh. Ilikethat.

“Fuck,” Kingsley swears, making me break Weston’s intense stare to look at him in confusion. His eyes bore into mine as he bites his lip. “Zee, sweetheart, I’m trying to be gentlemanly here, but you’re making it very difficult.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, trying to pull back from him, but he holds me tighter. “I shouldn’t have kissed him while I’m sitting on you.”

“No.” He shakes his head before squeezing his eyes tightly shut and tilting his face to the sky. “It’s not that. When he called you a good girl, you… got very wet where you’re pressed against my stomach.”

My wide eyes glance down, only now realizing that because of the way I’m sitting, my bare pussy is pressed right against his abs. “Ohmygod!” I try to get off of him, but he only hugs me tighter, making Bower laugh.

“Tink, it’s not a bad thing, he likes it. But it’s making him want to domorewith you. He’s having trouble holding back.” I appreciated Bower explaining it to me, I was still lacking some social queues, especially when it came to intimacy.

I reach up and grip the sides of Kingsley’s face, tilting it back down until he opens his eyes to meet mine.