Page 154 of Pucking Around

“Only if you’re amenable,” he replies.

Holy fuck, this guy is totally serious right now. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me as I drag a hand through my hair, the other still holding Rachel’s hair up on top of her head. One minute we were fucking. Now, I guess it’s show-and-tell hour. “Be my fucking guest, Mars. Her dick is your dick, apparently.”

He steps forward, bending slightly to look at it from a lower angle. “I can see how the placement would bring women added pleasure.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Rachel teases, still on her knees.

And now I’ve stepped into some alternate reality where Mars Kinnunen is reaching out his hand, his calloused thumb stroking the underside of my cock, rubbing along my piercings while Rachel holds me still at the base.

“It feels quite strange,” Mars murmurs, his tone almost academic.

Behind me, the door slams shut. Mars drops his hand away from my dick and we all turn. Jake is standing there, eyes wide, dirty grill tongs in hand. He goes from surprised to serious in 2.5 seconds.

“What thefuckis going on?”

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Ithink my brain just exploded. I’m pretty sure that if I turned around, I’ll find it splattered all over the sliding glass door.

Mars was just touching Caleb’s dick.MyCaleb. And Caleb was letting him! That’s what has me feeling like my brain just burst. Has Caleb been holding out this whole time? Has he been harboring a secret crush on Mars? Was this all a ploy to get to him in the group?

Before I can follow that bread crumb trail to my heart’s demise, Rachel pops up from behind the island, eyes wide as she takes me in. I stare right back, trying to weave this new reality together.

Okay…so Rachel was on her knees. Between them. Facing Cay. Something sexual was definitely about to happen, but Rachel was in the middle…

So then why the fuck was Mars touching my Cay? He was definitely touching his dick when I walked in here!

The three of them blink at me like a trio of guilty owls. Then Rachel gives a nervous laugh, pulling up her leggings. Caleb does the same with his shorts, tucking his ribbed dick away.

Unfreezing my feet from the floor, I hurry over, rattling down my tray of dirty grill tools. My heart is beating a mile a minute. My mouth feels dry. I’m clammy. I’m sweating. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I go outside for two fucking minutes, and I come back to see Mars giving you a handy?” I cry, staring daggers at Caleb.

The asshole just shrugs at me. I want to punch him in the goddamn face, almost as much as I want to drag him into the open door of the pantry and put him on his knees. If he thinks he’s gonna become fuck buddies with Mars Kinnunen, and I’ll have no fucking comment, he is dead wrong.

I spin to face the broody Finn. This is all his damn fault. He was the one doing the touching. “Are you bi?”

“No,” he and Rachel say at the same time.

My gaze darts between them, my stare leveling on the Finn. “Well then why were you touching Cay’s cock?”

“Jealous, angel?” Caleb teases.

Oh, fuck him. He’s about to be feeling the palm of my hand on his ass. “You fucking know I am,” I snap. “At no fucking point did weeverdiscuss that bringing Mars into this meant he’d be jerking you off in my goddamn kitchen!”

“That’s not what was happening,” Rachel says. “Mars was just…” She glances over her shoulder at him, clearly looking for help.

“Curious,” Mars replies.

“Yeah, he’s never seen a guy with a pierced dick before,” Caleb adds, arms crossed as he keeps smirking at me. He’s fucking loving this. He knows he’s under my skin worse than a goddamn splinter. “You came in when things were just getting good,” he adds with a wink.

“Gettinggood? I repeat. “Was he about to drop to his knees too?” At the look of worried surprise on Rachel’s face I suck in a deep breath, dragging both hands through my hair. “Oh my god, I’m spinning out,” I mutter.

“Just a little,” Rachel replies. “Angel…try using your words—”

“I’m jealous!”

Rachel’s eyes go wide. “Jake, what—”