Caleb breaks our kiss, his mouth trailing down my neck and collarbone to my breast. He sucks and nibbles, driving me wild. Jake’s hand slips between us, diving inside my pants. His fingertips brush the silk of my undies, just over my clit. “Fuck, you’re such a little liar,” he growls in my ear. “You’re soaked, baby girl. Tell us what you want. Unless Cay is a kinky freak, I doubt we have lube.” “No lube,” Caleb mutters. He cups my cheek, glancing from me to Jake over my shoulder. “But you might wanna see what I’m working with before you invite me to play,” he admits.
