Free Capturing Kylie [Slick Rock 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page B

inside, and nearly screamed with frustration when he ended the kiss and grasped her wrists in one hand.
    She looked up into his lust-filled eyes and then held her breath as he skimmed a hand up her inner leg, from knee to thigh beneath her dress. Pinpricks of light formed before her eyes and she released the breath she had been holding and then gasped in more air. Her lids lowered when his big, warm hand brushed against the crotch of her panties. She cried out and arched her hips up when he placed a hand over her mound, covering her completely.
    “You are so fucking passionate, baby. I can’t wait to taste that delectable-smelling cream. I am going to make you come so hard and I’m going to drink down all your juices.”
    If he hadn’t been holding her she would have been thrown from his lap when the truck swerved and then jerked back straight.
    “Jesus, Xavier. I’m trying to fucking drive here. Stop that shit until we get home,” Will yelled.
    Kylie looked up and met his glittering gaze in the rearview mirror, and if he hadn’t looked away, back to the road, she didn’t think she would have been able to break the connection. Her eyes shifted to the seat next to Will and she met Lachlan’s eyes. He was half turned in his seat and he was looking at her with such heat and hunger she wasn’t sure why the heat from his gaze hadn’t singed her skin.
    “Lift her dress up, man. I want to see,” Lach said in a raspy voice.
    Goose bumps erupted over her skin and a shiver wracked her frame and she nearly screamed in frustration when Xavier removed his hand from her pussy. But then her breath hitched in her throat when he used both hands and lifted her dress up to her waist, baring her upper thighs and her lace-covered mound. Lach’s eyes zeroed in on her pussy and he groaned loudly before lifting them to her face again.
    “She is so fucking wet. I want to see her cunt. Take her panties off.”
    Kylie’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she gasped in air, but not once did she look away from Lachlan’s hungry stare. Not even when Xavier’s fingers moved to her hips as he slid his thumbs beneath the elastic of her panties. He pushed them down as far as they could go while she was still sitting on his lap and then he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her ass up and, one-handed, pushed them down her legs, finally pulling them off over her shoes. His hand stayed down low and he shoved her high heels from her feet.
    He pulled her back onto his lap, so she was now sitting with her ass snuggled up against his stomach and crotch, his long, hard cock pulsing against her back and the cheeks of her ass, with her legs hooked over either side of his as she faced Lachlan.
    Xavier spread his legs wide, opening her legs as far as they would go and she felt heat suffuse her cheeks, feeling vulnerable at how fully exposed her pussy was. She moved her arms, intending to place her hands over her vagina to hide it from Lach’s view, but Xavier thwarted her before she could cover herself. He grasped her wrists in his big, manly hands and brought them together, shackling them with one hand and lifting them up above her head.
    “Clasp your hands together around the back of my neck, baby.”
    The authority and demand in his voice caused her pussy to clench, and more fluid leaked out.
    “Fuck, our little honey likes being told what to do, bro,” Lachlan gasped out, his voice sounding strangled. It was then that Kylie realized she had closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she saw that Lachlan’s eyes were staring at her cunt. “She nearly came when you said that and I can see her cream dribbling down to her ass.” Lachlan unclipped his seat belt and then with great difficulty he climbed through the center of the two front seats and into the backseat. “Turn around, Xavier.”
    Xavier turned so that his back was resting against the back door and she was facing Lachlan and the other door. Lach ran his hands up the inside of her