One of Raven’s hands snaked its way under his shirt, reached up to play across his n*****s, and he moaned even as he heard Diego’s voice echo his own. He looked over to see Raven’s other hand under his shirt as well.
“This calls for celebration,” she said.
Jamie and Diego laughed but didn’t argue as she kept up her assault, the two men choosing instead to lean against each other, lips finding lips, tongues meeting, gliding from one mouth to another.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Raven said. Suddenly her hands were gone, and Jamie and Diego made matching noises of protest.
“Don’t whine,” she said, and they looked up to see her stand and move toward their bedrooms. “And don’t get too far without me. I just need to get some things.”
The men nodded, but the moment she was out of the ro
