Page 47 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

Scarlet opens her eyes.

He holds her gaze while two fingers slide through her slick, coating them before circling her clit again. Her hand reaches blindly toward me and lands against the hard line of my cock beneath my pants.

I groan.

Scarlet freezes. “Was that okay?”

I cover her hand with mine. “More than okay.”

Her confidence returns in a slow, dangerous curve of her mouth.

She strokes me through the fabric.

Wes purrs in appreciation.

I unfasten my pants enough to free my cock, keeping every movement visible.

Scarlet looks down, and her scent changes again, honey turning warmer and fuller. “I want to touch you,” she says.

“Please do.”

Her fingers wrap around me.

My control fractures around the edges. “Fuck.”

Scarlet looks delighted by my reaction. Wes rubs the heel of his hand against her clit at the same time. She jerks between us, grip tightening around my cock. I push into her hand before I can stop myself.

Wes’s mouth brushes her knee. “That’s it. Touch him while I touch you.”

Scarlet strokes me slowly at first, learning the weight of me and the way my breath changes when her thumb passes over the head.

I move my hand beneath her tank again and pinch her nipple gently. She moans.

“So responsive,” Wes says. “Such a good girl.”

Her face burns, but her body answers with more slick. “I hate both of you,” she says on a gasp.

“No, you don’t,” Wes says. “You’re opening for my hand and stroking Roman like you’ve wanted this for days.”

The words make the sweet scent of her slick fill the room.

I drag my mouth along her jaw. “Have you?”

“Yes.” Her honesty comes out breathless.

“What did you want?” I ask.

Scarlet’s grip tightens. “I wanted to know what you felt like.”

My hips jerk into her palm. “And Wes?” I ask.

Her gaze drops to where his hand disappears beneath her shorts. “I wanted him to make me stop holding everything together.”

Wes’s eyes darken. “Then let me.”

One finger slides through her slick and teases her entrance. The sound she makes turns my thoughts white at the edges. Wes works her slowly, thumb circling her clit while his finger presses deeper. Her hand keeps moving on my cock.

I kiss her until her breathing breaks apart.