Chapter 18 #2
“No,” I scoff, but it’s a lie. I don’t know why, but the thought of her with anyone but us makes my blood boil.
Leo laughs. “Holy shit, he is.”
I smack him on the back of the head. “Shut up.”
“Who’s jealous of who?” Dex asks, walking into the room and flopping down in a chair facing the tv. “Jesus Christ. This again?”
“Dean makes my panties wet; what can I say,” she remarks offhandedly, and I swear I can feel my teeth grind to dust.
“That answers the jealous question,” Dex chuckles, looking at my face.
“Shut up,” I repeat, making them laugh harder.
Dex looks at Les. “Everything okay, Baby girl?”
She smiles. “It is now”
“We have that Moretto thing tomorrow,” he reminds her.
The Moretto thing is Joey Moretto and his slimeball brother Jerry. They’re a smaller Italian family. Les busted up their shit bar a week ago for having kids selling their dope; it was glorious. Now she needs to make sure they got the message.
“I haven’t heard anything, so it will probably just be a reminder,” she answers.
Dex nods, his eyes lingering on her when she turns back to the tv.
Les said he told her to push him, but I’m not sure what that means.
I saw what he did when he was pushed by accidentally hugging him one day.
Dex hit me so hard that he almost knocked my teeth out.
He felt like shit immediately afterward, but he just reacted.
I’m sure Les isn’t going to rub her body all over his, though that would probably do the trick.
Les cuddles more into my side like she’s cold, so I reach over and toss the throw blanket over her bare legs. She smiles at me and lays her head on my shoulder, and it feels good to hold her like this without hiding it.
I sit there for about five minutes before I get an idea and grin in my head. What better way to push Dex than a little sneak preview?
I angle my body more and arrange her so she’s lying back on my chest. She throws her legs over Leo’s, her eyes still glued to the tv.
Perfect. I slide my free hand under the blanket, running my fingers under the waistband of her shorts, and her eyes snap up to mine.
I raise an eyebrow in question, bending down to her ear.
“Ready to give Dex a push?” I whisper. She looks at me for a second before nodding and turning back to the tv.
Game on, Dexy boy.
I knock one of her legs further down Leo’s outstretched legs and slide my hand into her shorts under her panties.
I don’t give her a chance to back out before I circle my fingers around her clit.
Her body jolts and I can see her bite into that lush bottom lip to keep the sounds in.
Leo turns his head to her in question, and I just grin, circling her clit, making her hips jerk again.
His eyes widen in understanding, and his head snaps to Dex, who still seems oblivious.
He won’t be oblivious for long; Les is loud.
“Take them off,” I whisper in her ear. She slides her hands under the blanket and shimmies out of her shorts and panties, keeping her eyes glued to the side of Dex’s head.
She dangles them in front of Leo’s face when they’re free, and he snatches them, shoving them back under the cover.
She lets out a breathless giggle. I feel like we’re hiding from our parents by doing something we shouldn’t be doing.
It’s hot as fuck, knowing he’s sitting less than a foot away and has no clue what’s going on.
She props a bent leg up on Leo’s chest, widening herself for me. I slide my fingers to her entrance, gathering her wetness before returning to her clit. I see Leo’s hand disappear under the blanket, then the back of his hand brushes my fingertips, and I know what he’s about to do.
“Shit,” Les breathes when he shoves his fingers inside her, working them in and out while I start making faster circles on her clit. Her breathing is starting to get erratic. You can hear the suction of his fingers in her pussy, and I know we’re about to be busted.
“Why the hell do you like this show so much?” Dex asks, turning towards us.
There’s no hiding what’s going on. Mine and Leo’s hands are under the blanket, moving, and Les’ face is flushed, her body starting to bow.
“What are you doing?” Dex asks hoarsely, even though he already knows.
“I’ll give you one guess,” I tell him, working harder on her clit. “Get it right, and I’ll move this blanket.” His eyes snap to mine, and I raise my brow. “You want the blanket moved?”
“You want him to see what we’re doing, Baby?” Leo asks in that sexy voice that drops an octave when he’s turned on.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I look back at Dex. “What’s the call?” This is his chance to beat a hasty retreat or man up.
“You’re playing with her pussy,” Dex answers, gripping the arms of the chair.
Leo jerks the blanket off with his free hand, and Dex has the perfect view of us fingering her. Her hips are moving freely now, fucking our hands, seeking her release since she doesn’t have to hide.
“Fuck,” Dex whispers, sitting up in the chair so he can angle his body more toward us to see better.
“Isn’t that pussy pretty?” I ask. I know they had fooled around before, but that was years ago. She moans low in her throat, signaling that she’s close. “You going to come for us? Remind Dex what it’s like to watch you come apart?”
“Gage. Leo. Yes,” she moans again. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants, rotating her hips.
I pinch her clit between my fingers, and she comes apart with a scream.
It echoes off the fucking walls; that shit will never get old.
Leo pulls his fingers out of her pussy and sucks them clean with a grin.
It surprises me that he’s this comfortable around Dex or a damn good actor.
“That was embarrassingly fast.” She laughs and moans when I circle her sensitive clit.
“Goddamn,” Dex mutters, scrubbing a hand down his face.
Les looks up, locks eyes with him, and something passes between them.
She sits up and whips her shirt over her head, and I unhook the back of her bra so she can slide it off her arms. She’s now sitting gloriously naked in front of us.
I look at Dex and see the war he’s fighting with himself; it will take more than a slight push.
Dex stands up so fast that the chair almost tips over. “Baby girl, I….”
“It’s okay, Dex,” she says softly. He jerks a nod and walks out of the room.
Did I fuck up? “I’m sorry, Pretty girl.”
She looks up at me. “It’s not your fault,” she sighs. “I need to figure out what to do.” I can already see the wheels turning in her head. Leo and I help her back into her clothes before settling back in to watch tv.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly.
I jerk my head towards her. “For what?”
“For ruining the mood.”
“Baby,” Leo says, picking up her hand and kissing her palm. “I’m perfectly happy just being here with you.”
“Me too,” I agree, kissing the top of her head on my shoulder.
“I don’t deserve you guys,” she says, and I can hear her voice get emotional again.
“You deserve the world, Pretty girl, and we will find a way to give it to you.”
I’m going to make damn sure I make good on that promise.
No matter what it takes.