Free Bend by Bailey Bradford Page B

door and then a creak as it was pushed open before either Justin or Evan could answer. Justin and Evan didn’t flinch, or move away from each other, instead turning their heads to watch Annabelle slip into the room.
    Annabelle clucked her tongue and shook her head. “Now really, I kind of thought y’all wanted this to be a three-fer, and here I find y’all slipping away into the kitchen to get all cosy without me.” She dropped her gaze to her hand, studying her nails. Justin doubted she even saw them; he’d bet she was hiding her eyes from them, definitely him, to keep him from seeing any hint of what she was thinking. “A girl would think maybe she isn’t really wanted.
    If that’s the case, I’ll be on my way.”
    Evan started to speak, but Justin brushed his thumb over Evan’s lips and shook his head. “Let me,” he mouthed. Evan nodded, smiling happily.
    Releasing Evan and walking to Annabelle, Justin took her hand in his and, with his other hand, cupped her chin. He tipped her head back gently, wanting her to look at him.
    After the smallest hesitation, she did.
    “That isn’t the case at all,” Justin informed her, already lowering his head, unable to resist those parted, pouty lips. “Evan was rightfully chewing my ass for being a standoffish dick.” Annabelle’s eyes shot wide open. Justin claimed her mouth, sliding his hand to the back of her head to hold her still as he bit at her lips, his tongue twining with hers, then dominating the kiss as Evan had done to him. Annabelle moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping his biceps, short, blunt nails digging into his skin.
    “Oh my fucking God,” Evan groaned behind him. “That’s…damn!”
    Annabelle sucked in his bottom lip, scraping it with her teeth as the kiss ended. She tipped her head to the side, peering around Justin. Justin simply held her tightly and turned them both so they could look at Evan.
    “Does this mean we’re done with the talking part of the evening?” Annabelle asked.
    She looked at Evan, who looked at him.
    Justin shook his head. “I wouldn’t say done with it, but I think the topics of conversation have just been changed. Belle, would you like to take this to our bedroom?”
     
    BEND
    Bailey Bradford
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Chapter Ten
    The soft click of the bedroom door closing sent a trill of heat down Annabelle’s spine.
    She tried to clear her head, think about how to gain back control of this situation, how to lead where she wanted this to go.
    “I don’t think so,” Justin murmured, pulling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor. “I can see the gears turning, and whatever it is you’re thinking, just stop.”
    Stop? Annabelle gaped at the man, ready to tell him who was in charge. A glimpse of movement pulled her gaze down. He popped the button on his jeans, then slowly unzipped them. Annabelle’s pussy clenched, moisture drenching her panties as she saw the head of Justin’s cock poking from the waistband of his black briefs. Her breath stuttered at the sight of it—dark plum in colour, plump and wide rimmed, the narrow slit beaded with pre-cum.
    Justin backed up until the back of his legs touched the bed. “Evan, I don’t think sweet and slow is gonna happen this time. Next time, maybe, or the time after that, or…” Justin trailed off as he bent over to pull off his boots.
    Annabelle’s head snapped up so fast her vision blurred. “ This time? Next time or—who says there’ll be another time?” Panic welled in her as she spun around to look at Evan. “This is just for tonight.” Isn’t it? Heart pounding, Annabelle couldn’t decide what she wanted the answer to that to be, not even when a flash of hurt flickered over Evan’s face. Evan, who she now realised was completely nude, his long, lean body bared to her. Like the flick of a switch, panic turned to lust. Annabelle clenched her thighs together, needing friction, pressure, something as she visually devoured the broad shoulders, the thin