Page 62 of Moonflower

“I . . . wasn’t,” I say breathlessly. “But it’ll be harder to cover up there.”

A dark smile flickers over his features. “Good.”

As Wilder starts driving, Ezra manages to get his head under my shirt. I’m glad he doesn’t shove it up—I’d prefer if people looking in couldn’t see my naked body. Pretty sure Ezra feels the same way.

Shoving my right bra cup to the side, he runs his tongue across my breast. Then he circles my nipple, getting infuriatingly close without touching it. I groan, and Ezra chuckles against my skin.

“You’re insatiable,” I gasp when he finally licks my nipple.

He pulls his head out of my shirt. “Mmm, and you’re not? Tell me you’re not soaked right now.”

I groan.

With a smirk, he undoes my jeans and shoves his hand into my panties. “Just what I thought.” A single finger drags some of my arousal up to my clit, circling gently.

“Oh, fuck.” My head hits the cold glass of the window as tiny sparks of pleasure shoot from Ezra’s fingers.

He stops, and his eyes darken when I whine in protest. “No. I want you more desperate than this.”

Fuck.

Soft, sweet, and caring. Those are the words I’d use to describe Ezra. But this weekend, I’ve been introduced to a rougher part of him I’ve never seen before. So when he backs off of me, grabbing my hair and pulling me with him, I’m not surprised.

My scalp stings as he forces me to my hands and knees on the backseat. It’s enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I like it—and he knows I do.

“Undo my pants, Moonflower.”

His grip on my hair only tightens when I reach for his belt. I fumble with it, and then I struggle with his button and zipper, too. He gets impatient enough that he slaps my hand away and undoes everything himself. All I’m able to do is help shove his pants down his legs.

His cock pops free, inches from my face.

“Shit. Suck his dick, pretty girl.”

“Pay attention to the—fuck, Cora.”

“I’m not gonna crash. Stop your worrying.”

As I work Ezra’s cock into my mouth, his grip on my hair finally loosens. He lets me go at my own pace, not trying to force himself down my throat. Every groan he lets out sends pride coursing through me. Being the source of their pleasure is something I’ve wanted for so long.

We get back to my apartment way too soon. Ezra tucks himself back into his pants reluctantly. His chest is heaving, and he’s looking at me like he wants to do a thousand terrible, wonderful things to me.

“Inside,” he grunts. “Now.”

The three of us hurry up the stairs. They’ll have to go soon, we all know that. But if we can have one more chance to be together like this, I’m not passing it up.

Once we’re inside, Wilder disappears into my bedroom for a moment. When he comes out, he kisses me hungrily, his hands wandering over my body and squeezing.

“What should we do with you?” he murmurs against my lips.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Please. Both of you.”

“You think you can take both our dicks at once, pretty girl?”

I nod.

“You think she can, Ez?”

“Mmm, I’m not sure.”