the same woman…” He paused to consider.
“Ever,” Beck interjected. “We’ve never been this worked up from the beginning. Usually it’s one of us convincing the others. Even Jacquie had been with Spencer before taking on all of us. Deja will be the first one we’ve all seduced together.”
Asher nodded in agreement. Did that mean something? Other than the fact they’d all been working too much, which had led to a long dry spell? No wonder they were all eager.
“Do we need to pick anything up on the way home?”
“I heard her tell Mags about this wine she loves and drinks with her sisters,” Beck answered. “We could stop and get some of it. Maybe grab something for dessert.”
“Like you’re not hoping to be eating her pussy for your dessert,” Asher said with a snicker.
“God, yes,” Beck moaned. “My mouth is already watering in anticipation. Maybe I should grab my favorite toppings. Honey, caramel syrup, and a can of whipped topping. Make my own little pussy sundae.”
Now Asher’s mouth was watering as well. Beck had a way of making pussy sound like the greatest treat a man could ever eat.
“I’ve always been more of a chocolate man.”
Beck laughed and slapped him on the back. “Chocolate syrup is good, too.”
“I wonder what her favorite flavor is?” Asher pondered.
Beck groaned as they both reached the car. “I’ll be buying one of everything I can think of if you get the thought of her sucking my dick stuck in my mind.”
“You mean it hasn’t been?” Asher scoffed.
“Oh, it’s been up here,” Beck tapped his forehead, “multiple times. But if I go letting those thoughts get stuck up here right now, I’ll be blowing my load like a virgin with his first girl. It’ll be fast and furious. Me fast, and her furious.”
Asher threw his head back and laughed. “Luckily, she’ll have Spencer and me to pick up the slack.”
“I have other skills to make up for being too quick on the trigger,” Beck bragged and made a kissing noise.
Asher’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he fished it out. He read the screen and snorted. “No time for a store run,” he told Beck. “Spencer’s calling in reinforcements.”
“What’s it say?”
“Here. Riding the edge. Hurry,” Asher read.
“There’s a liquor store on the way. I’ll grab the wine there,” Beck offered. “Tell him to hang tight and start cooking.”
Asher grinned and fired back the message. “He’s going to kill us.”
“She messes with his control,” Beck said. “It’s one of the things I like most about her. I see him watching her when he thinks no one is looking. I swear I saw his hands shake when she bent over in front of him one day. Like it was taking all he had to keep from reaching out and grabbing her.”
“She does have one fine ass,” Asher concurred.
“He’s never lost control,” Beck said with a shake of his head.
Asher thought for a moment. Beck was right. With all their shared encounters, Spencer had always been the one in control, watching before joining in. Even that first night, Spencer had watched while Jacquie had sucked Asher’s cock then Beck’s, before he’d joined them. “Son of a bitch,” Asher exclaimed. “I never paid attention, but you’re right. He holds back, maintains his control.”
“I don’t think he’ll be able to with Deja.” Beck snickered with glee. “I think he’s finally met his match in her.”
Asher was hoping they all had. Whether Beck and Spencer realized it or not, they were all getting tired of playing the game. That was why they hadn’t shared a woman in the past seven months. They were all searching for something more than great sex, someone who wanted more than a casual bump and grind. They needed a woman who would be willing to stick around.
He’d used his smooth talking to really get to know Deja. He couldn’t shake the feeling she might be the one to change things for them. He swore he’d seen the need on Deja’s face
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