CHAPTER 122
Gracie
“Ryland, we need to make a move. Brian and Cater will be here soon,” I laughed, trying to get myself out of his tight hold. We have been in bed since we arrived home two hours ago. We even put a chair against the door so Lola and Ben wouldn’t barge in.
“Five minutes,” he removed his mouth from my very sensitive neck only long enough to answer.
We were spooning, and one of his hands rested on my thigh, caressing my scars, while the other still played with my nipples — yes, his hands were big enough that, in that position, one hand was enough to tease both nipples.
“Fine, but then we need to move because we have plans,” I snickered, shaking my head.
“This is your fault, anyway. You were the one who decided to be a little cock tease, kitten. You have no one to blame but yourself,” he chuckled.