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Banks wears a crooked se?”
“Oh hey, it’s not a contest,” I re outThey’re friends They won’t fight
“A bet within a bet, though, string bean,” Akara tells me “Aren’t those your favorite?”
“Yeah, as long as there aren’t any hurt feelings between you two” I look from Akara to Banks with a mild case of concern If they suddenly despised each other, our triad would crumble apart There are so ether, and their friendship is essential
“No hurt feelings,” Banks assures e” He spins the bottle slow enough that there’s no chance it doesn’t land on
Banks’ eyes lock onshallows, then al so tall, he uses little effort to close the distance between us He doesn’t pretend to go for my lips—instead, he beelines for my neck His soft lips brush the flesh just below my earlobe And his hand dips down to the ss, and Banks nearly scoops me up into his chest
Fuck, fuuuck I’
Gently, he begins to suck on aze is in direct line of sight to Akara
He watches, and it’s impossible to miss the lust in his brown eyes My pulse descends to between s Banks’ lips rise to my earlobe, and the tendernesswild This feeling, I could bask in, but I want more
My fists grip the quilt
Banks Banks My eyes flutter, and I force them open onto Akara His head is tilted, attention completely wrapped around me and my arousal Unable to break away
He drinks beer like he’s cooling off under the hottest sun Sitting there watchingfor the cover of a fashion azine But there is a prireater thirst and hunger
Kits Kits
Why are they both so hot? I try to gatherme
And Banks…
He sucks ona sensitive spot that quickens the heartbeat between s
Akara pal pants I’d love to touch him, just to see how hard he’s become To see how much I turn him on
But I already feel sexy Beautiful To be desired is totally, co than surface for more breath
Before I can process what’s happening, Banks leaves lances to Akara “You were fuckin’ saying?”
“Not bad,” Akara says, tipping the beer bottle back to his lips
My turn again
Gathering my hair on one shoulder, I try to cool down Focus
Concentrate