BareBottomGirl by Sarina Wilde Read Free Book Online

were now, seeing
his face pushing between her parted thighs, searching out her honey and using
his tongue on her clit and over her slit to her dripping vagina.
    Frantic now, she unzipped her shorts, shoved them and her
panties down so she could work her fingers on her clit and deep in her pussy.
All the while, images of Liam and Chas pleasuring each other and pleasuring her
swirled through her brain until her body tightened and her orgasm crashed
through her. She cried out, nerve pulses making her thighs quiver.
    When her heartbeat settled, she yanked her shorts up and
rolled off the bed. Liam and Chas were her bosses. What the hell was she doing?
At the same time she posed the question, she heard a car coming up the drive.
She glanced out the tall window nearest her and saw Liam’s truck just
disappearing around the front.
    Busted.
    Greer yanked the sheets, straightened the blankets, and
finally the fluffy comforter. After punching the pillows back into shape, she
darted into the bathroom, picked up the dirty towels and wiped the sinks and the
counters before gathering the laundry. She had already spotted a chute near the
back stairs, so she shoved everything down it and hurried down the narrow steps
to the kitchen.
    Liam was just coming in. She smiled in answer to his
greeting and went to the refrigerator, hoping a look inside for something to
cook for dinner would cool the heat in her cheeks.
    “Everything okay?” She heard a note of concern in his voice,
as if her agitation was apparent.
    “Yes. I-I just finished upstairs and was trying to think about
what to cook for dinner…”
    “Greer?” His hands rested on her shoulders, turning her to
face him. She swallowed. She’d masturbated on his bed . Heat flooded her
cheeks. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look flushed.”
    “I was working. Maybe it’s that.”
    Liam leaned in closer, but she breathed a sigh of relief
when he simply reached past her for a beer. “I could grill steaks if you’ll
handle everything else.”
    She nodded. “Salad? Fries?” Her voice sounded high-pitched
to her.
    He grinned and patted her shoulder. “That’d be great.” He
grabbed a bottle opener, popped the cap and flicked it into the garbage can.
His eyes, as he regarded her, held a glint of humor. “You finding your way
around?”
    “That’s part of what I did today.”
    He nodded. His gaze was friendly, but Greer saw nothing
else. “Sorry I haven’t given you a tour. I can still do that, if you need me.”
    Was there something in his tone? Greer ignored it and pulled
vegetables from the fridge, prepping to make a salad. She began slicing
cucumbers. “That’s okay. I think I figured everything out.”
    “Including the fact Chas and I share a bed.”
    Greer slipped, the knife cutting her finger. “Oh! Damn.”
    Liam was across the room in an instant, grabbing a paper
towel and applying pressure. “God, Greer. I’m sorry. I was teasing, not trying
to startle you.”
    With one hand holding the paper towel on her cut, he wrapped
his free arm around her waist and guided her into the bathroom in her
apartment, pushing her down on the small vanity seat.
    “Hold the paper towel on while I grab the first-aid kit.”
    “It’s not that bad,” she muttered.
    Liam paused in reaching beneath the sink to look at her. “I’ll
be the judge of that.”
    “Of what?”
    They both turned their heads, seeing Chas standing in the
doorway in scrubs and clogs, sunglasses dangling around his neck.
    “I made her cut her finger.”
    “It’s nothing,” Greer tacked on, ignoring Liam’s scowl.
    Chas stepped in and squatted next to her. “Why don’t you let
the doctor take a look?”
    Liam set the first-aid kit on the counter, but made no move
to leave. From thinking her bathroom was huge, Greer now found it very small
indeed, and with Chas here, she couldn’t get the image of the two of them
making love out of her brain.
    “You look a little flushed,” Chas murmured, resting the