“Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just started.” I glance between them. “What?” “Cay likes to watch,” he replies. “He likes to boss me around—or at least he did in college. We haven’t fooled around with a girl in a long time.” I turn in Jake’s arms, fisting Caleb’s polo shirt and pulling him closer. That sense in the back of my mind flickers like the flame of a little candle. “Is that right, handsome? You want to watch him take me? Want to watch him fuck my mouth?” “Yes.”
