Page 163 of Lawless

I can’t see her face, but I know she swallows him down like the good girl she is.

My jealousy surges forward again, but this time, it isn’t because they have her, but because I want her too.

I shuffle forward a step, but pause the second JD senses my presence and shoots a smug look over his shoulder.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, focusing back on Alana. “Come all over Reid’s cock.”

He reaches for her breasts and the second he tugs at the bar through her nipple, she screams out her release, her body convulsing between them a beat before Reid groans, falling over the edge with them.

I shouldn’t be so enthralled.

But fuck.

I think I love it.

“Oh yeah, you did so good, baby,” JD praises. “Don’t you think, Mav?” As he asks the question, he steps aside, allowing her to see me loitering like a creep.

Her eyes widen as she sucks in a shocked breath.

“Mav,” she breathes, her eyes darkening with a whole host of emotions.

But it’s her concern for me that takes precedence.

“You shouldn’t be down here,” she pants.

“If you didn’t want me to watch you with these two, then you should probably be a little more discreet,” I say back, my voice deep with desire.

“No, that’s not.” She stares at me as she fights against Reid’s hold.

Finally, he releases her and she swings her legs off the couch.

“I’m worried about you, what if you fell?” she asks, reaching for her abandoned tank and panties that are strewn across the floor.

JD and Reid aren’t so concerned about covering up, both of them happy to just let it all hang out.

I’m about to look back at Alana when something on Reid’s body catches my eye.

Fuck me. He’s pierced too.

“Then you three might not have got the happy ending you were expecting.”

“Dove,” JD says, scratching his belly as if he’s not standing there with his semi on full display. “It’s cool. He enjoyed it. Look.” The prick nods his head in the direction of the tent in my boxers. “Something tells me that he’s feeling more left out than anything else.”

Unable to argue with him, I just swallow thickly, keeping my eyes on my wife as she pulls her clothes on.

She steps closer to me hesitantly, before glancing back over her shoulder at the naked assholes.

“Could you two give us a few minutes?” she asks.

“You got it,” Reid agrees before pushing to his feet and dragging his boxers up his legs.

“But what if I want to watch,” JD pouts.

“Out, Julian,” Alana barks, giving him little choice but to agree.

“Pfft. Next time, man,” he says, marching closer and holding his fist out for me to bump.

I stare at him in disbelief.