Chapter 33
Ethan
“You’re too stiff, Dove,” Teddy chides from the back seat. “You gotta really let those neck muscles loose to get in a proper ‘ead bang.”
I smirk at Wren in the front seat next to me, who tries throwing her head forward again. “Like this?”
She laughs when her sunglasses fall off and land in her lap.
I don’t mind Teddy’s music, but I’m more of a techno guy myself. Though nothing beats classical when I want a peaceful drive.
“I feel like this is a good way to end up at a chiropractor,” she laughs, fixing her sunglasses back onto her face.
“Ah, don’t worry Dove.” Teddy pats her shoulder. “You’ll get there eventually.”
“If I don’t sprain something first.” She smirks, running a hand down her braid to smooth it out after all the head banging.
“Nah,” he grins, leaning forward so his lips brush her ear, “remember how flexible you are?”
She flushes the prettiest pink color before glaring at him. “Teddy.”
“Dove.” He smiles, before reaching up and wiggling my shoulder. “Ethan don’t mind. ‘E knows he’ll be sinkin’ inta that sweet pussy soon enough.”
I’m more than aware that I’m the only one who hasn’t taken that final step with her yet. It doesn’t bother me necessarily, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less eager.
She arches a brow. “Does he now?”
I arch a brow back at her. “He does.”
“Hmmm,” she hums, sitting back and crossing her arms. “I don’t know, Bossy Bear hasn’t been showing all that much interest in me lately.”
Bossy Bear.
I hate it so fucking much, but at the same time, I love the sound of it coming from her lips. The little hint of attitude that shines through at the words.
The fact that she does it just to push my buttons.
It makes me so fucking hard.
“Didn’t I tell you, Little Bird,” I say lightly, my fingers tapping the steering wheel, “that every time I hear you say that, it makes me want to put you over my knee?”
She hums, looking out the window even as I scent her apple-spice goodness of her arousal swirl around us. “What, you want to spank me?” She’s not looking at me, but I can hear the challenge in her voice.
“Sometimes…” my voice goes tight as my boner strains against my jeans, “brats need to be spanked.”
“What do bad boys get?” she turns to me, her cheeks and neck flushed so beautifully I want to take a picture and set it as my phone background.
Something in me sparks at the memory of her calling me a “bad boy” after I got my cum on her in the bathroom the night I ate her out on the bathroom counter. More than that, the visceral reaction I had to her calling me a “good boy” as she was stroking me.
Well fuck me. Now my cheeks are red.
“Oh?” Teddy perks up, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“He was such a good boy at first, too,” Wren smirks, her flush dulling slightly at the sight of my own. “But then he got his…stuff on me.”
“His man juices?” Teddy offers, making Wren giggle.
“That’s disgusting,” I huff, keeping my eyes on the road.
“Wot ‘bout your love liquid?”
Wren doubles over laughing, and I can’t help but snort, shaking my head. “It was cum, fuckwad.”
“Ah, so you shot your fuckwad all over–”
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, shaking my head. “And besides, I was not a ‘bad boy’, I—” My mouth snaps shut.
If possible, being with all of us has made Wren even more of a brat, because now she feels comfortable enough to tease me.
I hate how much I love it.
“Oh.” Wren tilts her head, mirth twinkling in her gaze. “Did I make Bossy Bear sad when I called him a bad boy?”
My fingers tighten on the steering wheel. The drive from the cabin to our apartment only takes forty-five minutes, and we’re almost there.
“Don’t let your mouth write a check you can’t cash, Little Bird,” I warn her. “I can’t be as gentle when you tease me like that.”
Her breath catches, and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. “Who said I can’t cash them?”
“Well then,” Teddy grins, leaning forward and looking between the two of us. “This’ll be a fun couple ‘o hours.”