“Like hell,” Heath growls, but he pulls me to the living room.

I can tell by Maverick’s smile that he’s just trying to get a rise out of Heath. Not that I doubt he’d like to feel me up because I think Mav is game to feel up just about anyone, but there are zero sexual vibes between us.

Heath’s possessive side is hot though, so I follow him. He sits in the chair and pulls me on top of him. I hesitate to get comfortable, knowing Rhett could catch us at any moment. Heath doesn’t seem to give it a second thought.

We watch the first half of some action movie. Heath teases me, fingers absently roaming over my skin. He doesn’t seem all that affected, minus the huge erection poking me, until suddenly he stands and carries me to his room, calling out to Mav as we leave, “Sorry, buddy, you’re on your own.”

I giggle as he lays me down on the bed and stands tall to remove his shirt. “What if I wanted to watch the rest of the movie?”

He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them and my panties down before he answers. “Say the word and we can move this back out to the living room.” His head dips and then his tongue flattens over my center, sending a jolt through my body. He glances up, eyes dark and taunting. “What do you say, baby? Wanna watch the movie while I lick you? Maybe you want Mav to watch as I eat your sweet pussy.”

I arch into him wanting more. More of his mouth and more of the dirty, obscene things coming out of it. I don’t know how much of it he’s actually serious about, but the idea of him going down on me like this not giving one single fuck that people might watch is hot. Not that I actually want to give in to the fantasy.

He wraps his arms around my legs spreading me wider and lifting me to his mouth. His moans and grunts rival mine as the orgasm builds. I come once, crying out and trying to move away. It’s so intense and my body can’t decide if it wants more or to curl up in a ball and let the sensations slowly disappear. Heath doesn’t give me an option. He keeps his grip tight on my legs, holding me in place.

He eases the pressure on my sensitive clit. His tongue laps slowly and tenderly until another orgasm begins to build and I start to writhe beneath him. He adds a finger, ever so slowly, matching the tempo of his mouth.