I know what I want, and it’s him. Deep down, I know he feels the same. I wouldn’t risk our friendship otherwise.
Turning to face him, I grab his face, winding my fingers into his gorgeous hair, slowly lowering my head so I’m not ambushing him. His eyes pop wide in a mix of lust and fear, but he doesn’t pull away when my lips land on his. Angling his head, he opens his mouth, letting my tongue explore.
Our kiss swiftly turns frantic, and we’re clawing at one another, desperate to get closer. I grab fistfuls of his hair while he drags his nails through mine, making me purr like a kitten. My cock is a block of wood, straining behind my zipper, and he moans into my mouth when I pivot my hips against his.
Feeling his erection sliding against mine does weird things to my stomach, and I grab hold of his ass, yanking him flush against me as our lips devour one another with zero hesitation. My blood is on fire, and I long to drop to my knees, pull out his thick cock, and suck it into my mouth until I feel the tip touching the back of my throat. My cock leaks precum, and I growl into Theo’s mouth, wishing we had time to turn my fantasy into reality.
Tinkling laughter forces us apart in a nanosecond, and we pull away with enough time to adjust ourselves and straighten up before the others emerge from the maze.
But nothing gets past our wife, and her eyes sparkle with happiness the closer she gets as her gaze roams intelligently over us, noting our joint flushed skin, tousled hair, and the bulges still evident in our jeans.
Ditching Saint and Galen, she loops her arms through ours, pulling us forward, far enough away from the Lennox cousins to murmur, “Well, my loves. Tell me what I missed.” She beams at us, happiness radiating from her every pore, and I love how excited she is for us. There is zero jealousy or possessiveness. Lo is confident in our love, automatically knowing it changes nothing about how we feel for her.
I brave a look at Theo, prepared to see remorse and confusion on his face, like the last time we kissed, but I’m pleasantly surprised to see a genuine smile on his lips. “A gentleman never tells, Lo,” Theo says, keeping his eyes locked on mine. A slow grin spreads across his fuck-worthy mouth. “Let’s just say it was hot and leave it at that.”
CHAPTER 32
HARLOW
“WHAT HAPPENED?” I blurt the instant I’m inside Caz’s Mitsubishi Eclipse. We wave at the others as they pile into Saint’s Land Rover. We’re going to collect my Lexus, and we’ll meet them back at the barn then.
“With what?” He slants me a mock innocent look, and I thump his arm.
“Don’t play dumb. With Theo back there!” I waggle my brows, more excited than is normal. “Did you blow each other?” I know that most likely didn’t happen, because we weren’t gone long enough and I’m pretty sure Theo will have to build up to that, but I can’t contain my overactive imagination, and I squirm in my seat at the very idea of them sucking one another off.
Caz chuckles. “I wish.”
“Aw.” I kick my feet up onto the dash. “I so wanted it to be that.”
“Then you should’ve stayed in the maze longer.” Caz peels out of the driveway, heading toward the less salubrious part of town. “Galen seems happy.”
“He is. He loves it.” I’m thrilled he does, because there was a small part of me that feared I’d overstepped the mark. The guys warned me he’s funny about accepting money or gifts from them, so I didn’t know if he’d feel the same about this. I’m happy he saw the gesture for what it was. Happy to see a smile on his face again. I seriously could’ve throttled Alisha for her insensitive outburst at the table. She ruined dinner and embarrassed her son, and that shit doesn’t wash with me.
Alisha needs to get her act together or get the fuck out of his life. I know that’s not my call to make, but doesn’t she see what she’s doing to him? I make a silent vow to never let Galen visit her by himself again. If she pulls that shit on him, I want to be there to make it better.
“But stop deflecting,” I add, pulling myself out of my inner monologue. “Put a girl out of her misery.”
“We kissed,” Caz admits, and I bounce on my seat, squealing and clapping my hands like a toddler on a sugar high. “And it was fucking hot.”
“He looked happy. Like he’s turned a corner,” I admit, because Theo had the biggest smile on his face. His eyes were alive, and he looked comfortable in his skin.
“Man, I really hope so.” Caz casts me a quick glance as he pushes the car forward. “I really want this to work.”
“I do too. I am so wet right now imagining you two sucking each other off. Like, you’ve no idea.” I’m not lying, and I can only imagine what thoughts must be running through Caz’s mind.
“If my buddy wasn’t doing us a favor opening his garage on a Sunday, I’d pull over and shove you on my dick right now,” he says.
“Fuck. I love your dirty mouth.” I toy with a strand of my hair. “I’ve always loved sex, but since I met you guys, it’s like I’m in overdrive. The more we fuck, the more I crave it. Considering all the shit we have on our plate, I probably should be less fixated on sex, but I’m obsessed.”
Caz barks out a laugh. “You’re like a dude trapped in a woman’s body.”
I slap him across the back of the head, and the car swerves a little. “That type of comment is beneath you even if I know you were joking.”
“I love that you’re sex-obsessed. It’s one of the reasons it works so well with all of us. We’ve got sex on the brain pretty much twenty-four seven. Fuck whatever else is going on in our lives. Nothing is more important than caving to our carnal desires. We should implement a no-clothes rule at the house,” he suggests, his eyes lighting up with devilish delight.
“As much as I like that idea, we would literally do nothing else but fuck.”
“And that’s a problem, why?”
I laugh, rolling my eyes. “So, who’s this buddy?” I deliberately switch the topic before I say screw my car and force Caz to pull over and push himself inside me.
“He’s the guy I told you about. I used to work for him in his garage. Everything I know about cars, he taught me.”
We pull into a large warehouse-style garage on the outskirts of Prestwick five minutes later, and Caz cuts the engine outside. My Lexus is parked beside us, but we walk past it, heading toward the guy with dark curly hair and oil streaks on his cheeks, lounging against the door to a small office. He’s dressed in grease-splattered overalls, and he’s wiping his oily fingers on a dirty red rag. A wide grin creeps across his full mouth, and he steps forward, pulling Caz into a bear hug. I watch in amusement as they slap each other on the back. “Caz, my man. Good to see you, dude.”
They step out of their embrace.
“You too, Rich.” Caz takes my hand, pulling me into his side. “This is my wife, Harlow.”
“Your wife?” Rich almost chokes on the words. “What the fuck, man?” His eyes pop wide. “When the fuck did that happen?”
Caz chuckles. “A few days ago.”
“Well, good for you, man.” He turns his sharp gaze on me. “Nice to meet you, Harlow. And congratulations on your wedding.”