Just the fact that he wanted to touch her there made her even hotter.

“Ooh, you dirty fucker!” She gasped the words out right before her orgasm hit and she cried out, arching against him as he thrust up into her. Writhing, she dug her nails into his shoulder as hot bliss ran through her body, making her clench around him as he continued pounding into her spasming pussy.

All his weight pressed against her a moment later as he let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure, burying his face in her shoulder. The position trapped her clit between their bodies in a deliciously painful way and another wave of pleasure hit her as he came.

The man made it really hard to stay annoyed with him.

8

It was a mother-fucking ambush.

Sharon had shown up to Kate’s on Sunday afternoon, as they’d previously planned, thinking it was going to be just another fun Sunday talking wedding stuff, hanging out, and chilling.

Nope.

The bitches had tricked her.

There had been no sign, no word of a change of plans - hell, none of their cars were in front of Andrew and Kate’s house!

Sulkily, Sharon sat on the couch in between Kate and Ellie, pouting over the hard root beer she’d been handed. Maria was on the other side of Kate, Jessica and Olivia had taken the armchairs, and Lexie and Hilary were sitting on the floor next to the coffee table – which also put them in easy reach of the snacks. A laptop had been set up on the coffee table as well, the screen facing Sharon, so that Angel and Leigh could video chat in.

As usual, Melody was attached to Angel’s boob. Sharon wasn’t super familiar with newborns, but she was starting to understand Angel’s disgruntled comments about being a milk machine. The fact that her friends had come up with a way to make sure Angel and Leigh could be part of the confrontation was both ingenious and annoying.

“This is not what I expected,” Sharon muttered grumpily. In the back of her brain she’d known she wouldn’t be able to avoid the gaggle forever, but she really had thought today would be just her and Kate. She figured her bestie would want to grill her one-on-one, not call for immediate back up.

“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition,” Angel and Leigh chorused, making everyone laugh. Even Sharon couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“And unlike some of us, the rack would work on Sharon,” Ellie said teasingly. Sharon stuck her tongue out at the little masochist, who would enjoy being put on the rack. Ellie usually kept her quips fairly quiet, but it was obvious that hanging out with the rest of the loud-mouthed ladies was having an effect on her. It made Sharon feel a little proud at seeing her own influence.

“Is an interrogation really necessary?” Sharon whined.