Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,78

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“That drawer mentioned it for you. You’re lucky I let you take out that vibrator long enough to sleep, since that remote is now my new prized possession.”

“Let me? Hello? I get to say.”

“You do, but we know you’d say yes.”

As his finger was currently driving me wild, I had to concur.

“I wouldn’t mind using one of those toys on you out here. I’d spread you out on a towel by the pool and drive you crazy until you screamed. Or maybe I’d try two on you at once. Fill you up back and front. How much can you take?”

“Enough that you need more fingers inside me.”

He obliged, but first, he turned me around until I was facing the city. “Hold your shirt up for me.”

I sucked in a breath. This was getting real. At least we were really high up. No one could see.

Probably.

I hiked up his shirt, but I didn’t stop at my waist. I hauled it over my breasts and the warm breeze caressed my stiffening nipples so sensually that a moan slipped out.

“Such a good girl. Now you get rewarded.”

Two of his fingers sank into me and his thumb circled my clit. His calluses added an extra layer of friction and I squirmed, feeling impaled in the best way.

Then he removed them long enough to add another layer to my torment by pushing his other hand down into my panties from behind. “Good thing you’re so wet,” he murmured, gliding between my swollen lower lips. “I’m not prepared out here.”

But I’d made plenty of wetness for him to borrow. A second later, his coated finger nudged against my ass. I clenched instinctively and clutched the shirt, letting out a slow breath while he used his other hand to leisurely pump his fingers into my pussy. Slow sweeps over my clit pushed me to the edge and left me suspended. And that lone finger teasing my ass tested my boundaries and then blew right past them.

“Okay?” He sounded as breathless as I was. That steel column in his sweats was doing all the talking for him, and I kept rocking back against it, even though that pushed the tip of his finger just a bit farther inside.

I liked that too.

“So much more than okay.” I arched my back when his fingers picked up the pace.

“Look at those. So fucking beautiful.”

I turned my head slightly, and his gaze was riveted on my tits. I shuddered under his ministrations, my only regret that I couldn’t repay him in kind.

“You just need to come. Let me watch. Let the whole city watch.”

His words detonated inside of me, the blast of heat curling in my belly exploding outward. He didn’t stop fingerfucking me as I came, and that fingertip in my ass was a steady welcome pressure that made the orgasm go on and on.

“Cooper.” I said it over and over while I dragged my nails down his forearm. His fingers just did not stop.

I slumped against him, and he chuckled, dark and dirty. “Next time we do this, I’ll be on my knees. I have to taste you when you come.”

My answer was something along the lines of, “oh my God, holy fucking shit,” and he only laughed harder before he spun me to face him and took possession of my mouth once again.

When we finally had to take a moment to breathe, he brushed back my windswept hair and tipped his forehead to mine. “Let me take care of you, Teag.”

I nodded and curled into him.

We needed to talk. To coordinate a game plan for tomorrow.

And right now? None of that mattered at all.

This was what mattered. Tomorrow be damned.

Seventeen

I was in deep.

I’d never gotten the whole dudes watching women sleep thing before. It was pretty much a basic human activity.

That was before I’d fallen for Teagan and realized some crazy-ass people wanted to hurt her. The band too, purportedly, but she seemed to be their current target.

Now I couldn’t get enough of watching her while she was unconscious. I wanted not to sleep myself so I could keep an eye on her.

Knowing Cole was sleeping in the guest room helped, of course, but nothing was the same as knowing I had her back.

And her front and all the rest of her.

With my head propped on my hand, I studied her. Her heavy lashes dusting her freckled cheeks, her reddish-gold hair spread across the pillow, the pale pink of her mouth with the shadow of more pink