Give Me More (Salacious Players Club, #3)

by Sara Cate

Rule #5: Why be jealous when you can be turned on?

honestly so real

And somewhere in the back of my mind, I know the reason I let her cry out is because I want him to hear it. Not because I’m showing off but because, in some way, I feel like he should be involved too. He always is, where she and I are concerned.

“Maybe the reason my marriage is so sacred to you is because you’ve always been a part of it. And maybe what I’m asking you isn’t so crazy, after all.”

In that one split second, I commit all of Isabel to memory, a memory I have no rights to and definitely don’t deserve.

“Did he touch you?” he asks. I nod. His fingers tighten. “Did you like it?” My heartbeat picks up speed as I nod again. Pulling me even closer, he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, biting enough to make it hurt, and I whimper against his mouth. “Then, be a good little slut and take out my cock, Isabel.”

There’s so much at stake here. Our friendship. Their marriage. Not to mention, my fucking heart.

“Spread your legs for him, baby,” I whisper. “Let him see how beautiful you are.”

Drake rises from his place between her legs, kneeling back on his knees, and my eyes instantly fall to the bulging length in his gym shorts. He catches me looking and trails his eyes down my body, landing on my matching erection. Well, fuck. What now?

yeah what now lmao

“I should leave you like that,” I grumble before walking away. I don’t have the patience to try and keep calm right now, and as badly as I want to tell him what a jerk he is for flirting with Silla right in front of us, I have no place telling Drake what to do. I know that, and yet…I want to. I want to dominate him, and that’s a new feeling I’m not quite sure what to do with at this point.

I know what’s got him so pissed off, but if he’s not going to talk about it like an adult, then I’m going to make him suffer for it.

Drake says something that makes Hunter laugh, and they share a quick glance, but Hunter’s eyes linger on Drake’s face—as they often do.

“She’s our dirty girl,” Drake replies, his voice strained from the exertion. And I look down at Isabel as he says that. Did she hear it? That she’s ours, not just mine. Because she is ours, and I want her to be ours.

It could be the euphoria of this moment or being on vacation and far from reality, but I suddenly realize that I do want her to be ours. His as much as mine. Maybe she always has been.

“Right now, it’s touching, but what happens when it’s more? How am I supposed to know you’re cool with it if you won’t⁠—” “Jesus Christ. Here,” he mutters, and then I’m struck silent because his hands are on my face and he’s pressing his soft lips against mine. Hunter is kissing me.

Um…yes, I am. Yes, the fuck, I am.

“Mine,” he mutters darkly, and my cock stirs in response. Hunter.

You left me on the fucking floor.

“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, but I would have never gone after you. Not because of Hunter, but because I didn’t go for girls like you.”

My men.

I never sleep with the people I screw. But these two are different, and I’m starting to forget why. They’re different because they’re my friends…yeah, that’s it. They’re different because these are the two most important people in my life. My family. The only two people I love…wait, fuck.

Because this is it. This is the last time we’re ever going to be like this. And we all know it.

“You know you’ve always been my girl, right?” I bite back my emotions. Calmly, I nod. “And no matter what, you’ll always be my girl.”

“I’m gonna come,” I grunt before looking at him. “Then I’m going to take you home and fuck you while my wife watches.”