Page 58 of Right Side of Paradise

Interlude

I could say I didn’t know how I ended up here, but I knew the exact play-by-play that led to Harlow’s panties being stuffed in my mouth and Christian sitting me down in the chair facing our bed.

All throughout dinner, I had my hand on Christian’s dick, and my fingers up Harlow’s skirt. It was their fault for letting me sit between them, and it was Soul’s fault for agreeing to DD. The liquor in my system didn’t give a fuck about decorum. Now I was dealing with the consequences.

If you could call this a consequence . Either way, I deserved it.

Christian braced his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down, his full lips a kiss away. But I couldn’t do much with our girl’s panties gagging me.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

I think I liked it when Christian told me what to do. My dick stirred as I sat back and spread my legs wider, a devious smirk trying to form on my stretched lips.

“You’re gonna sit there and watch us take care of our girl.” He grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes up to his when they wandered to the bulge at the front of his pants. “I just want you to watch me. You already know how much I love having your eyes on me, right?”

I nodded, drunk on his touches. His thumb pressed into my jaw, pushing my head back further so my eyes wouldn’t stray.

“You can’t come until we’re done with her.”

His words had me whimpering around the silky material. I could taste Harlow on them and my dick strained harder.

“Since you like being a tease, she gets to decide how and if you come tonight.”

I blinked up at him, lust drunk and hungry for his next command. “Your mouth is full, but if you want us to stop just take these panties out and yell our safe word.”

Nodding, I submitted.

“What’s our safe word?” He pulled the panties out and waited.

“Snow.”

“The sexiest part is that you could do whatever you want.” Stuffing them back in my mouth, Christian’s lips curved as his pupils stretched. “But you’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”

I nodded and a sigh got caught in my throat when his hand grazed my dick print. His touch settled there for less than a breath before he let me go, leaving me craving his touch.

Shifting on the chair, I grabbed the arms and ignored the way the crotch of my pants pulled even tighter.

I could be good for him.

My gaze tracked his sexy ass walk over to the bed and didn’t leave when he pulled Harlow to the edge before dropping to his knees.

Filthy, wet sounds clashed with the sound of her moans. He ate her until her heels dug into his shoulders and Soul pulled him up with ease.

Their tongues danced as they shared the taste of her, their fingers working unhurriedly to undo each other’s pants.

On one hand, I loved seeing them together like this. It was long overdue.

On the other hand, I wanted to be between them, my tongue in the mix and my dick free and ready to please.

But I could play by their rules. Even if it was just for tonight.

With another groan, I fisted my erection through my pants, applying just enough pressure to keep me from climbing the wall. My whimper of relief mingled with Harlow’s shallow breaths, filling the room with the soundtrack of our need.

My eyes drooped.

Clothes rustled.

And low murmurs I couldn’t decipher filled the tense quiet.

Then a familiar silver barbell glinted under the low light of the room as Soul’s dick bobbed free and collided with Christian’s heavy length.

Shit.

My muffled moan colored the air, and nobody gave me the attention I craved.

Instead, they pulled Harlow up to a seated position and stripped off the rest of her clothes.

Skirt.

Top.

Heels.

Gone .

With her curly hair tossed over her shoulder, she was bare and so fucking beautiful.

And just as impatient .

Her right hand tugged at her nipple, and her left slid between her folds as she peered up at them with lust clouding her doe eyes.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she pleaded.

Christian cupped her face and stared at her adoringly.

But Soul jacked his length until he was hissing and stopped abruptly to give her instructions. When he opened his mouth, his voice was husky and harder than I’d ever heard it, “Get on your knees, Harley. And open that mouth. I want to see how well you take both of us down your throat.”