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seeing any hint of what she was thinking.  A girl would think maybe she isn t really wanted.
If that s the case, I ll be on my way.
Evan started to speak, but Justin brushed his thumb over Evan s lips and shook his
head.  Let me, he mouthed. Evan nodded, smiling happily.
Releasing Evan and walking to Annabelle, Justin took her hand in his and, with his
other hand, cupped her chin. He tipped her head back gently, wanting her to look at him.
After the smallest hesitation, she did.
 That isn t the case at all, Justin informed her, already lowering his head, unable to
resist those parted, pouty lips.  Evan was rightfully chewing my ass for being a standoffish
dick. Annabelle s eyes shot wide open. Justin claimed her mouth, sliding his hand to the
back of her head to hold her still as he bit at her lips, his tongue twining with hers, then
dominating the kiss as Evan had done to him. Annabelle moaned into the kiss, her hands
gripping his biceps, short, blunt nails digging into his skin.
 Oh my fucking God, Evan groaned behind him.  That s& damn!
Annabelle sucked in his bottom lip, scraping it with her teeth as the kiss ended. She
tipped her head to the side, peering around Justin. Justin simply held her tightly and turned
them both so they could look at Evan.
 Does this mean we re done with the talking part of the evening? Annabelle asked.
She looked at Evan, who looked at him.
Justin shook his head.  I wouldn t say done with it, but I think the topics of
conversation have just been changed. Belle, would you like to take this to our bedroom?
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Chapter Ten
The soft click of the bedroom door closing sent a trill of heat down Annabelle s spine.
She tried to clear her head, think about how to gain back control of this situation, how to lead
where she wanted this to go.
 I don t think so, Justin murmured, pulling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor.  I
can see the gears turning, and whatever it is you re thinking, just stop.
Stop? Annabelle gaped at the man, ready to tell him who was in charge. A glimpse of
movement pulled her gaze down. He popped the button on his jeans, then slowly unzipped
them. Annabelle s pussy clenched, moisture drenching her panties as she saw the head of
Justin s cock poking from the waistband of his black briefs. Her breath stuttered at the sight
of it dark plum in colour, plump and wide rimmed, the narrow slit beaded with pre-cum.
Justin backed up until the back of his legs touched the bed.  Evan, I don t think sweet
and slow is gonna happen this time. Next time, maybe, or the time after that, or&  Justin
trailed off as he bent over to pull off his boots.
Annabelle s head snapped up so fast her vision blurred.  This time? Next time or who
says there ll be another time? Panic welled in her as she spun around to look at Evan.  This
is just for tonight. Isn t it? Heart pounding, Annabelle couldn t decide what she wanted the
answer to that to be, not even when a flash of hurt flickered over Evan s face. Evan, who she
now realised was completely nude, his long, lean body bared to her. Like the flick of a
switch, panic turned to lust. Annabelle clenched her thighs together, needing friction,
pressure, something as she visually devoured the broad shoulders, the thin smattering of hair
on Evan s chest, the dark chocolate nipples, the delineated abs that made her mouth water.
She wanted to lick each ridge and valley, nip the hard swells of muscles. Her gaze dropped
to his long cock, the cap stringed with dripping pre-cum. The urge to drop to her knees and
suck that pulsing length to the back of her throat, cup the full balls in her hand, had
Annabelle taking a step forward.
 Who says we ll need more than one night for all those times? Evan asked, his voice
lower and rougher than she d ever heard it.  And Jus has it right  he continued, bringing
his hands up to frame her face  no more thinking unless it s about how good what we re
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doing to you feels. Evan crushed his mouth to hers, his teeth scraping over her lower lip,
tugging until she opened for him. His tongue plunged into her mouth, sweeping its depths,
claiming every inch it touched.
Annabelle s eyelids slammed shut as she groaned, her tongue flicking against Evan s,
battling for control. He pressed into her more firmly, demanding, taking, and Annabelle
could only clutch at him, fisting her hands on his chest, then spasming before she dragged
her nails over his nipples. The punishing kiss stirred her like a gentle one never would have.
Every cell in her body throbbed. Her cunt grew wetter, her clit pulsed with each heartbeat.
Slow, incinerating heat rolled up from her core, searing up her belly to her breasts, filling
them with a need that made them feel fuller and almost too sensitive.
She was dimly aware of Justin holding her hips, guiding her backwards as Evan
caressed her cheek, the rough pads of his fingers brushing over the pulse at her neck. Lower
still, then her shirt was unbuttoned and the grip on her hips disappeared as Justin ran his
hands over her sides before reaching up and tugging the now open shirt off her shoulders. A
quick jerk on the material and the shirt slid down her arms and off.
Evan rumbled as he tilted his head and slanted his mouth for a better angle. Whatever
resistance Annabelle might have left regarding the need to be in charge melted as the two
pairs of hands stroked over her body, teasingly light caresses that left her chasing after them,
twisting and writhing to get more, always more as Evan ate at her mouth, never once letting
her find her equilibrium. The bright red lacy scrap of bra she wore was unfastened and
pulled off, then her breasts were cupped, the heavy mounds squeezed as her nipples were
rolled between merciless fingers.
 Oh God, Annabelle gasped when Evan finally lifted his lips from hers to trail stinging
nips down her neck. He rumbled again and nudged her backwards.
 We ve got you, Justin rasped in her ear, nibbling at the lobe.  Trust us, Belle, we ll
keep you safe or as safe as you really want to be.
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