“Do your worst, Micah.” I grin and see a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. Good. All those times he’s fucked with me, it’s about time I got some fucking payback. “My worst? You don’t want me at my worst, Tay.” I grind my ass on his cock, and Mateo bites his lip to stop the groan. I lean down until my lips hover over his. “You want me, don’t you?” “You know damn well I do,” Mateo answers. “You remember when you told me that you wanted me between you and Van?” Mateo nods. “Yeah.” “I want that,” I whisper against his lips. “Fuck, Micah,” Mateo groans, not trying to hide it this time.
