Page 84 of Pucking Around

Come play with me, baby.

There’s barely an arm’s length between us now. I reach out a hand, brushing my fingertips lightly down his chest. He stiffens at my touch, his hands going back to grip the stove.

“Jake’s new girl has battled addiction, depression,anddysmorphia…all before she turned eighteen,” I go on. “We both know she’s all wrong for him…and all right too.” I close the space between us, my hand still splayed on his chest. “She’s strong. She doesn’t take his bullshit. And his shine doesn’t blind her the way it has other women. She can handle him, protect him, and more than match him in strength.”

I lean in closer, counting the freckles dusting his tanned cheeks, and whisper, “And do you wanna know the best part about Jake’s new girl?”

His jaw clenches as he looks down at me, his dark eyes flashing. “What?”

I smile. “She’s Caleb’s girl too.”

He goes impossibly still as I slip my thumbs into the top of my silky sleep shorts and tug them down, letting them drop to the floor. I stand before him, naked from the waist down.

“Your girl likes to be shared, Cay. She likes to be fucked. Separately, together. She wants you both to devour her.”

“Fuck, Rachel,” he mutters, gripping to the stove so tight I’m surprised he’s not bending the metal.

“Nuh-uh,” I say, putting a finger over his pouty lips. “When we’re alone, you don’t get to call me that.” I hold his gaze, waiting.

“Hurricane,” he says, voice low.

My insides light up as I raise my hand, brushing the hair off his brow.

He closes his eyes, as if my touch is physically hurting him.

“You want an emergency exit because you’re afraid,” I say. “Afraid to want. Afraid to be wanted.”

He flinches at my words, his jaw clenched tight. “You don’t know me.”

“I know enough.”

He shakes his head.

“Jake loves you, and I trust Jake,” I say simply. “Andyoulove Jake,” I add. “Can I trust you to keep loving him? Can you ever learn to share him with me, Cay? He’s got a lot of love to give. Enough to sustain us both, I think.”

“I’m no good for you,” he mutters. “Either of you. I’ll break this—I’ll—” He bites back the rest of his words.

“Caleb—”

“I’ll ruin it,” he says. “Let me go. Let me walk away now, before…” He fades into heartbreaking silence.

Words won’t get through to Caleb. I need to rely on a little action to show him what we could be. I hold his gaze as I take him by the tattooed wrist and guide his hand between my legs. I suck in a breath, shivering with relief at his touch. We both drop our gaze to our shared point of connection.

“Fuck,” he says on a breath, his fingers finding my center and plunging in, lifting me up on my toes. His other hand curls around my waist, holding me still.

“Jake is our angel,” I say on a breath, my hands tightening on his shoulders as he moves his fingers slowly in and out. “He makes us both feel bright and shiny. He sees us for all that we are.”

I cup his stubbled cheek, holding his gaze once more. Caleb’s fingers go still inside me.

“But I think you might just see me for all that I hide,” I whisper. “You’re in this, Cay. With me. Withus. Be my devil. Come dance with me in the dark.”

He pulls his fingers from my pussy, leaving me empty and aching for more. Slowly, he lifts his wet fingers and traces them over my parted lips. “Is that what you need, Hurricane? You want a taste of my shadows?”

I fist the middle of his shirt. “Just a taste? Baby, you better make me drown—”

He’s kissing me before I finish the words. His hands delve into my damp hair, fingers digging in tight, as he jerks my neck back, owning my mouth. I open eagerly, moaning out my need as my hands drop to his waist, fingers hooking into his belt loops.

He spins us around, pressing my bare ass against the handle of the stove. His jeans are rough against my skin as his hard cock presses at my center. I press right back. His hips hold me pinned as his hands roam, the calloused pads of his fingers setting my skin on fire. He brushes down my neck, over my collarbones, until his fingers snag on the silky little straps of my cami. With his tongue in my mouth, cock pressed hard against me, he fists the little strands of silk and jerks, tearing them loose.