Destiny Calls Samantha Wayland (the first e reader .txt) 📖

a long, slow sweep of her tongue, licked salty tomato and garlic from his skin.

Interestingly, it was only the taste of Brandon that exploded over her tongue.

Sitting back, she savored his flavor on her lips, harvesting every trace. Brandon stared at her mouth, his eyes growing heavy, his lips parted and full. He looked unreasonably kissable.

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Patrick didn"t look much different. He watched her tongue trace over her lips, then his own lips twitched and he turned to look at Brandon"s face. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the wet strip of skin shining down the middle of Brandon"s chest.

She wondered what the heck Patrick was doing as he dipped a finger into a rich red puddle on his own plate. Then he drew a line of tomato sauce down over one of Brandon"s nipples.

Her brain short-circuited.

Patrick"s smile set her body aflame, her skin prickling with arousal and hope.

“You missed a spot,” Patrick said, his voice deep as he bent his head and drew the hard brown nub of Brandon"s nipple into his mouth.

Patrick closed his eyes and savored the taste of Brandon as it washed across his tongue. Brandon held his head close, looking down at him with his mouth open as he sucked in a deep breath. Patrick could see the effect he was having as Brandon"s erection bloomed, tenting his shorts. Patrick was tempted to reach out, to cup and hold and pull and pleasure, but first he thought he should check on Destiny.

He lifted his head—then promptly burst into laughter. “Kitten, you look as through you"ve been hit over the head.”

“My god, I think her panties are about to catch fire.” Brandon guffawed, his shoulder knocking against Patrick"s in shared victory.

He studied her flushed face, her soft lips swollen and parted, and grinned, totally unrepentant. The surprise had been worth the day of torturous need. He only wished he could somehow capture her expression to tease her with later.

Finally, Destiny snapped her mouth shut and brought her hands to her hips. “Are you two having fun?”

Patrick chuckled. If she was trying to be stern, she should probably wear more than an old t-shirt that outlined every detail of her hard nipples and a thong.

He glanced at Brandon and was gifted with a smoldering look so fucking hot it sent blood surging to his cock.

Was he having fun? “Shit, yes.”

“Jesus, Patrick. Is there something you want to tell me?” she asked, her voice rising.

As quickly as he could, he shoved his and Brandon"s plates to the bedside table, his need for food replaced by more pressing hungers. Crawling to her, he skimmed his lips against hers, hoping to soothe her ruffled feathers. “I"m sorry, Kitten. I tried to tell you this morning, but you wouldn"t listen.”

“I had to go to my meeting.”

“I know you did. So we let you go. But we wanted to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

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Brandon leaned in, his face brushing against Patrick"s as he, too, nibbled at Destiny"s mouth. She whimpered against their lips. Brandon spoke between soft kisses.

“We want to try it, Des.”

“Try what?” she asked, breathless. Patrick traced her full lower lip with his tongue, meeting and sliding along Brandon"s for one electric moment before delving briefly into the warm dark recesses of her mouth. He pulled away only so he could answer her.

“Us, Kitten. The three of us. Together.”

Brandon also retreated a little, so they both could study her upturned face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth swollen, her cheeks flushed. She was so beautiful, his sweet, generous, sexy-as-hell Destiny. Or rather, their sweet, generous, sexy-as-hell Destiny.

Another chill ran down his back. God, it was going to be so fucking hot.

Dipping his head, he tried to take her mouth in another kiss, but her hands came up to push them away.

He forced himself to settle, to wait for whatever Destiny needed. Because he knew Destiny and no way in hell was she saying no.

“Preliminaries,” she said, obviously forcing herself to be sensible.

Brandon shot him a confused look. He just smiled and winked.

Destiny sighed. “Although I"m guessing you two have either already covered the preliminaries or just blew right past them.”

Patrick knew his sheepish expression was an admission of guilt and he accepted the dark look she sent him. In his defense, he"d been safe. It was Brandon. There were no secrets between them.

“What are the preliminaries, Des?” Brandon asked, still confused.

Destiny took his hand. “I have never been with anyone but Patrick without a condom, ever, and not with anyone at all for the last twelve months. I"ve been tested in the last four months and I"m on the Pill.”

Brandon smiled, understanding dawning, his face more than a little intrigued when Destiny said without a condom. “No one in eighteen months, no one in four years without a condom, tested more than once in the meantime, including my department physical eight months ago.”

They both turned to look at Patrick. Jesus, could they get down to business now? Patrick thought with increasing exasperation. When neither budged, he acquiesced. Quickly.

“Twelve months, never without a condom except with Destiny and one girl in college, and my department physical with tests was four months ago. Now, can I please kiss at least one of you?”

Destiny"s lips had barely curved when he took her mouth, pushing past her lips with his tongue, devouring her. She rose up to meet him, her hand slipping into his hair and clenching in a tight fist to hold him to her. Her tongue met his aggression with equal measure, the whimpers in her throat driving a spike of lust straight through him.

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Brandon pressed close and Patrick turned toward him, tearing his lips from hers so that Brandon could dive in for a taste of Destiny.

His cock, well on its way to being engorged, rocketed to full hardness. God, how had he never known, never guessed, that watching Brandon and Destiny together would be this intense? This arousing?

His blood pounded in his ears as Brandon"s