Free I Saw You by Elena M. Reyes Page A

outfits. If Slim didn’t already own my attention, I’d be all over one of these taunting females.
    “Fuck.” Simultaneous groans came from both Rick and Cris. Electricity flowed through my veins. Burned—singed my every nerve ending and caused my cock to harden.
    I didn’t need to turn around to know that Arianna was here.
    My body was attuned to hers. Fucking petrified me.
    Both assholes in front of me stood, mouths agape and eyes bulging. Pissed me the fuck off how they looked at her. Hadn’t I just expressed how I felt? That she was off fucking limits. That they needed to watch how they behaved around her.
    “Cheesy,” Slim purred, her lips placed against the center of my back. A shiver, uncontrollable and delicious, ran up my spine, shaking her behind me. “Aren’t you going to turn around and say hello?” Arianna giggled. “It’s not very gentlemanly of you to ignore a damsel, especially one coming to offer her services if needed.”
    Again, she was playing with my dick and I liked it. Loved the feel of her breath against my back, the way her smaller, curvaceous body molded to my own.
    “I would, but where’s the fun in that? You feel too good.” Reaching back, I grasped her right thigh and brought it around my own. Fingers skimming the soft skin, and I savored the heat coming off her body. How deep I felt this connection.
    “But I’m here as a fan, Mr. Greene. You wouldn’t want to disappoint a fan, now would you?”
    “Never.”
    A soft press of her lips against the center of my back. “Plus…” this time I was bitten, small yet the hint of pain felt exquisite “…I was sure that after tonight’s win your ego wouldn’t need to be inflated. No stroking,” she cooed, and my cock twitched behind the metal of my zipper. Fucking throbbed at the mental picture. “You aren’t going to make me beg, Cheesy, are you?”
    “The idea of you begging has its allure.” Rough, a deep and guttural moan escaped me.
    “Does it now?” Her reply was nothing more than a taunt. Small fingers traced the edge of my shirt and then wandered beneath. Blunt nails raked down my chest and down each indentation of my abs.
    Muscles contracted. Coiled in fucking pleasure.
    Placing my hand over hers, I pulled it lower and dipped a single finger below the edge of my jeans. “You stroking me will always be encouraged.” The head of my dick, purple and swollen, leaked while her finger caressed the wet tip. “Let me touch you.”
    Not a plea.
    More of a warning of the inevitable.

Nine
     
    “And that’s our clue to leave.” Rick, who stood across from me, pretended to gag; both he and Cris were wearing similar expressions of mild disgust. They were so full of shit. Jealousy at the sexy predicament I found myself in I would believe, but not disgust. The way she touched me was fucking hot.
    “Arianna,” Cris called out her name, causing her finger to pause mid stroke. My eyes narrowed, and he smirked. Asshole. “Always a pleasure to see you, beautiful, but...” he laid a hand overdramatically on his brow and shuddered “I don’t want to witness our dear, sweet Cheetos here being groped in public.”
    “So scandalous.” Rick nodded, and my girl lost it laughing at their ridiculous actions. “Tis not appropriate.”
    Behind me, her body shook in silent laughter, the movement causing her supple breasts to brush against my back. My hand tightened on her thigh, fingers digging in with slight pressure. Just enough to hold her there, one of her legs wrapped around my hip. Her front molded against my back.
    Her body heat seeped into my bones, and I shivered. Felt so fucking good.
    “Fuck.” It left her in a low whisper, and the laughter waned. Instead, motherfucking lust exploded between us. That delicate finger, the one still pressed against the head of my cock, spread the bead of pear-like liquid around.
    “It’s like we aren’t even here.” Who said that? Not a clue. Moreover, I gave no fucks.
    Eyes closed,