Chapter 21

An emboldened Annie inched farther along his waist. His sweats stretched over his erection, and she fingered the gap created at the elastic by the wet tip. She pressed her cheek to his back. How could one person generate so much heat? Everywhere she touched, his flesh flamed. It only got hotter when his head tilted to accept another of Quin’s kisses.

Theo trembled, and each quiver reverberated into her body. Annie molded her hand over his covered cock, stroking him through the sweats until he started to thrust into her palm. It knocked her knuckles into Quin. She wasn’t surprised to feel that he was hard, too. They were all aroused. It seemed to feed back into them with each glide of Quin’s lips, every flex of Annie’s fingers.

“Stop,” Theo panted. Annie froze, but Quin did, too, neither sure who Theo was addressing. “This isn’t about me. This isn’t how I want this.”

“Annie asked for it. I’m doing this for her.”