Stretching the Rules by BA Tortuga Read Free Book Online

stare head on, smiling over Liv’s shoulder at him, those golden eyes hot with need and love. Generous boy.
    Fuck, he was a lucky son of a bitch. Jonah grinned, a baring of teeth that he knew had to look feral as hell. Liv reached up to pinch his nipples, making him yelp.
    He slammed in deep, driving into her, which pressed her down against Hank. He felt the way they both gave beneath him, surrendering to him.
    “Mine.” Jonah growled the word, wanting to mark them both.
    “Ours,” Liv murmured, scoring his chest with her nails.
    “Yours.” Hank grinned like a dork, goofy with lovemaking. They didn’t get to see Hank glow like this often enough.
    He wished…
    Liv pinched his nipple hard. “Focus.”
    “I am.” Jonah doubled his efforts, his hips slapping Liv’s skin. Hank’s, too. Heat grew like wildfire as they moved together.
    They raced along like a freight train, and Jonah bent to kiss Liv again, her soft lips inviting him, her moan sweeter than any flower. The sharpness of her claws only made her better.
    Hank touched him, letting him feel everything, their warmth and desire humbling him. He tilted Liv’s hips, the wild yowl proving he hit a good spot. She was going to come apart again soon, her body gripping him, squeezing.
    “Touch her, boy,” he demanded. “Make her come for me.”
    “Yes, sir.” Hank did as he was told, pushing a hand between Jonah and Liv, finding where their bodies came together. Jonah felt when Hank found her clit, teasing her so that her cunt clamped down on him.
    Liv snarled, the sound pure predator, all hunting cat. She scratched at him, trying to thrash. He barked sharply, one hand on her chest.
    “Fuck you.” Liv bared her teeth. “Better yet, fuck me. Jonah. Please.”
    “I am.” He found Hank’s rhythm, or Hank found his, and they worked together. They made Liv crazy, made her scream. He could sense her climax—in her cries, in the way she fluttered around him. She shook, grinding back against Hank, then up against him.
    Jonah shouted, his body convulsing when he came. He shot so hard his bones rattled under his skin.
    Olivia moaned, her expression pure bliss, tongue flicking out to wet her lips.
    “Now we can make our boy come, Kit. Don’t you think?” Jonah asked.
    “Sounds like the best plan.”
    “I think so, too.” Jonah rose up on his knees, pulling Liv with him.
    She was trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, clinging to him for a moment and demanding a kiss. He gave it, hand on her ass as he held them together.
    Hank rolled up, showing off his muscles, and joined their kiss, moving restlessly, skin on fire. Jonah had to grin, the need in their pup more than a little desperate.
    “Help me, Liv.” Jonah took her hand and tugged it down to close it around Hank’s stiff cock.
    Together they jacked Hank, working the hard, needy cock, hands squeezing around the tip.
    Hank squirmed and howled, his abandon so fucking sexy. Hank threw his head back, belly and throat exposed.
    “He gives it up so well,” Olivia said, using her free hand to stroke Hank’s belly.
    “He’s a perfect slut for us.” He took Hank’s mouth, tongue pushing in hard.
    Hank pressed up against them, writhing, completely out of control. Jonah gloried in Hank’s desire, in the easy, eager love.
    “Going to come for us soon, baby?” Jonah asked.
    “Yes. Yes, please. Love.” The single word meant everything. Everything in the world.
    Jonah nodded at Liv, who gave him a dreamy smile before slapping the tip of Hank’s prick hard.
    Spunk sprayed from the tip, spurting wildly between them. Bingo.
    “I love how you smell, Hank,” Liv said. “Love you.”
    “Love.” Hank’s eyes rolled back in his head, their boy clearly lost in his pleasure.
    “God, he’s pretty, isn’t he?” Liv leaned against Jonah, her hair brushing his cheek.
    “He is.” Now it was time to clean up, curl up together and groom. Jonah didn’t have to leave until tomorrow, and he didn’t want