Page 114 of Almost Rotten

Noah homes in on my face. “What?”

I raise both eyebrows in challenge. “Bellyaching?” I snort again. Who even says that?

His expression hardens, his brows drawing together as he licks his lips.

“I wasn’t about to call him a little bitch and embarrass him in front of his girl,” he quips.

I rise up onto my knees and kiss him again. “His girl?” I tease.

I’m inhislap right now, not so subtly brushing the apex of the borrowed sweatpants I’m wearing against his erection.

Noah nods. “His girl. My woman.” He kisses me hard and fast, punctuating the statement. “All fucking ours,” he breathes when he pulls away.

“I like the sound of that.” Sighing, I bring my lips to his for another kiss.

An arm loops around my waist from behind, startling me. “Shall we see if you like the feel of it, too, Little Nuisance?”

Mercer’s breath is hot on my neck, the promise of impending pleasure setting all my nerve endings alight.

With a roll of my hips for Noah and my head tipped back to meet Mercer’s gaze, I say, “Yes, Professor,” and make quick work of losing my flannel.

Chapter forty-nine

Noah

“Put that back on.” I grab for the extra-thick flannel Sawyer just discarded as she quickly strips off the rest of her clothes.

Holy shit.

She’s completely naked before me, illuminated by the glow of the bonfire at her back.

“Like this, Bee Daddy?” She snags the flannel and pushes both arms through, though she leaves the shirt unbuttoned.

Fuck it.

If she catches pneumonia out here tonight, I’ll nurse her back to health.

“Yeah, honey,” I grunt, adjusting my cock. “Just like that.”

“I’m sorry.” Mercer snickers. “I know I’m slightly under the influence right now, but did you just call himBee Daddy?”

Sawyer spins, turning so the voluptuous globes of her bare ass are perfectly aligned with my face.

“Yes, Professor,” she sasses. “You’re not the only one allowed to use nicknames around here.”

Fucking hell.

I can’t resist grasping her by the hips.

Legs spread wide, I guide her toward me until the backs of her knees hit my chair. I don’t know what comes over me, but I kiss the fleshy part of her left ass cheek. Then I switch sides and lightly bite the other.

Sawyer moans.

She fucking moans.

When I look up, Mercer is crowding her space.

His eyes flit to mine over her shoulder, a mischievous smile dancing on his face.