Sixteen
Her Destiny
Sin
“How could you?” Liv glared down at us as she glanced at Saint and back at me. “Now, Pierre definitely won’t want to work with us. He was the one baker I wanted too.”
“Don’t look at me.” I put my hands up defensively and pointed at Saint.
Saint glared at me. “Me? You started this shit. I only followed you.”
“Me?” I pointed at myself. “Don’t tell me you didn’t see the way Pierre was gawking at our girl?”
“I did,” Saint hissed as he clenched his fists together and cracked his knuckles. “I wanted to ruin him.”
“See? See?” I stood up and faced Liv. “Pierre started this.”
“Oh, bullshit.” Liv threw up her arms and turned around. “I can’t believe the two of you.”
I grabbed her wrist and spun Liv around. She gasped. The anger left her eyes, and something else swirled within them.
Full-blown lust.
I pressed Liv up against my chest. “Believe it, sweetheart. We don’t want anyone, I mean, nobody touching what is ours.”
I held Liv in place and lightly feathered her nose with mine. She parted her lips with a gentle sigh escaping them, and I grew hard against her. My tongue reached out, and the tip ran across her mouth.
“Pierre is only doing his job.” Liv nipped at my tongue and the muscle went back into his mouth. “But you, on the other hand—”
“I’m only looking out for you,” I cut in and ran the back of my fingertips down her skin. “He wanted you, Liv, and we won’t stand for his insolence. We are paying him for a fucking service, and you aren’t for sale.”
“Pierre doesn’t want me,” Liv argued.
“Oh, yes, he does,” Saint said as he came up behind Liv and trapped her body between us. “He’d have you too if we let him.”
A wicked idea entered my mind that I wanted to test. No matter how much I hated the idea of Liv with someone other than us, this was my opportunity to find out. Before we committed the rest of our days to each other.
“Would you let Pierre have you, Liv?” I asked.
My heart broke at the image. Shattered into a million fucking pieces and would never be whole again. Not without her truth and her words of devotion to make the organ come back to life.
“No. Of course not,” Liv urged with narrowed eyes, and she grazed my cheek with her free hand. “Never.”
My heart thumped. Beat with reassurance. I was whole again.
“Not only Pierre. Any man?” Saint gripped the back of her neck and made her glance back at him. “Liv, darling, you are fucking fine. All men want you in their beds.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” Liv smiled at my friend. “I love you both too much to deceive you.”
“Yes, baby, we love you too.” Saint brushed his lips against hers and glanced at me. “We want to show you how much.”
Liv pulled back. “Right now?”
“Yes…” I ran a hand up her collarbone. “Sweetheart, yes, right now.”
Liv shuddered in our arms. I ran my tongue up her slutty cleavage spilling out of her floral sundress and kept going until I got to her neck. I left feather-like kisses on her skin and bit her tiny chin.
“Please,” Liv sighed.
This was the only answer I required before I took her lips and kissed Liv with undeniable fucking passion.
I wanted to ensure her panties were soaked all over again before we had her, tasted her, and made her ours.
She’d be even more delicious with cake smeared all over her beautiful body. I couldn’t wait to enjoy the feast.
My cock grew eager and strained against the zipper of my jeans.
I hissed against her mouth when she reached down to touch my dick and give the head a firm squeeze.
Saint wanted her to touch him, and he took charge with her other hand cupping his crotch.
We rubbed up against her warm, voluminous body, and holy Christ, I could come.
Spill my damn seed in my pants before we even satisfied her, but I didn’t want to.
I broke the kiss and stepped away while Liv looked at me with swollen lips. She was fucking hungry. Starved to have me. Her passion made my dick ache for her.
Fuck. Why’d I pull back? What the hell was wrong with me?
“Fuck it.” I crashed my lips back onto hers in a frenzy.
Liv whimpered into my mouth while Saint groaned, and she toyed with his jeans.
I heard the teeth of a zipper release, and my best friend grunted in full-blown passion.
She stroked him up and down, while my hand discovered her body all over again, but I wanted more—to pay more attention to detail and get creative.
I pulled away. Again. Liv stared at me with complete lust.
Goddamn, I wanted her badly, but I had to hold back. My best friend? He took charge.
Saint grabbed a fistful of hair and gave Liv a yank until her head fell back, and he captured her lips.
He dropped his hands to her shoulders and pulled down the straps of her sundress.
The fabric fell to the floor. He reached around to the front of her black bra and released the clasp. Her breasts bounced freely.
Fuck me.
“Oh, Christ, sweetheart.” My hand immediately went straight to the crotch of my jeans and unzipped my pants. “You look so damn fine.”
Liv moaned into Saint’s mouth, and he grabbed her breasts. His thumbs caressed her nipples until they formed perky pink buds. I stroked my cock at the sight of them together and reached toward a lemon cake.
Christ, I prayed Pierre had cameras. I wanted him to watch, to torture him so he’d realize he never stood a fucking chance. But most of all? I wanted him to see us create a dessert of our own.
I took some lemon cake and smeared the white frosting all over our girl’s tummy from left to right. Straight across. A clear fucking slice of goodness to sink my teeth into.
“Oh,” Liv sighed as her lips pulled away from Saint. Her eyes opened, and she peered down. “What are you doing?”
“We came here to find a cake, silly.” I tapped the prongs of a fork against her nose. “I’m cake tasting.”
I dug the utensil into the crumbled cake on my girl’s belly. The ends tickled Liv as her stomach wiggled, and I licked up some frosting. She sighed, stroked my best friend’s dick and squeezed him.
“Fuck, darling,” Saint groaned as he ran his tongue up her neck and stopped to lick behind her ear.
Liv bit her bottom lip, licked the skin, closed her eyes and opened them to peer at me.
I brought the fork to her mouth. “Take a bite.”
I fed Liv a piece of cake and she hummed, “Mm… Lemon.”
“Yes, sweetheart.” I licked some frosting off her lips. “Want to try the next one?”
“Please,” she half moaned, half begged.
“What, darling?” Saint murmured into her neck. “Fucking tell him again.”
Saint slapped her clit through her underwear.
“Please!” Liv yelped.
“Yes, Liv…” I whispered against her mouth. “We love to hear your pleas.”
“Please. Please.” Liv begged with her lips brushing mine. “Stuff cake in my mouth.”
“In your mouth?” I asked her with a peck on her lips. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Liv sighed.
Saint pulled Liv by the hair. She whimpered. Her wide eyes stared up into his.
“Then get down on your knees like the good slut we know you can be,” Saint hissed and let go of Liv. “We’re impatiently waiting.”