Wake Me Up (Fallen Angels MC Book 2) by Laura Day Read Free Book Online Page B

the call.
     
    She took a moment to collect herself, then put her phone back in her purse and went back into the living room.
     
    Jack and Missy had disentangled themselves, at least a little, and they were both watching her carefully as she settled back down on the couch. “Everything okay?” Missy asked, finally.
     
    “So far so good,” she said. And took a deep breath. “The thing that happened in the shower?”
     
    She saw Missy’s face become just a little bit more deliberately neutral. “Yes?”
     
    “I think I’d like some more of that.”
     
    Even in the dim light, she could feel the smiles spread across Jack’s and Missy’s faces. Missy turned and kissed her husband, full on the mouth for a moment, and then turned, crawling like a cat over the couch cushions. Caroline felt her body twist and turn as the other woman approached, her eyes wide and eager.
     
    When Missy was kneeling over her, and Caroline was feeling her heart rabbit in her chest again, Missy smiled. “Just asking so I know what I’m getting into here—do you have any idea how far you’re willing to have this go?”
     
    “No,” Caroline said honestly. “I have no idea.”
     
    Missy glanced back over her shoulder at her husband. “Is it okay for Jack to play, too? Did Mason okay that?”
     
    “It’s okay,” she said.
     
    “I’m good over here for now,” Jack said. Caroline could see his hand wandering down, tracing over his erection through his shorts. “You ladies enjoy yourselves.”
     
    Missy nodded. “Okay, then. If I make you feel uncomfortable at all, if you need me to stop, or slow down, or go no further, please say. Okay?
     
    “Yes.” It felt like high school, this thing where you had no idea what you wanted, where you didn’t know how to move from conversation to kissing.
     
    She wanted to be kissing. She reached out and traced her fingernails down the back of Missy’s neck, watching the other woman arch gently under her touch. She leaned forward then, and touched her lips delicately to the spot under Missy’s ear where her pulse throbbed.
     
    Missy sighed, and Caroline, emboldened, darted her tongue against Missy’s skin, tasting perfume and arousal. Her hands started on Missy’s waist, moving slowly up her sides, dragging the shirt with her as her hands moved over the other woman’s breasts.
     

 
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    Missy's nipples were still swollen, hard. She could feel wetness where Jack had licked and sucked at them through Missy’s shirt. It gave her courage to dart forward, taking Missy’s nipple in her mouth and teasing with her teeth, knowing from experience that she could use more pressure with the t-shirt to buffer her.
     
    “Holy mother of god,” Missy whispered, her hips settling down into Caroline’s lap. “I don’t believe you that you’ve never done this before.”
     
    “Never once,” she said. “You are my first. Are you okay with that?”
     
    “ Mmmhmm ,” Missy whimpered, her hands stroking over Caroline’s face. “Can I kiss you?”
     
    “Please.”
     
    In the shower, Missy had been tentative, gentle with her mouth and tongue; now, she plundered Caroline’s open mouth, and Caroline was no more gentle than Missy was. S
     
    he stole Mason’s favorite trick, leaving her hands on Missy’s sides and flicking her thumbs over Missy’s erect nipples in a rhythm that matched Missy’s tongue in her mouth. Missy’s hands were braced on the arm of the couch, and in the tension and releasing of her forearms, Caroline could feel them gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing.
     
    She could hear Jack’s delicate groans as he teased himself. As Missy tore her mouth away from Caroline’s and moved to teasing at her earlobe, Caroline caught Jack’s eyes and watched as his hand stroked over his erection. He’d freed himself from his boxers, and she watched him stroke his cock—not particularly long, but thick—as his eyes were glued on the two of them.