GINGER
“That’s why I’m marrying one,” I teased Tyce back. “Tyson Chicken!”
“We really need to talk about that nickname.”
“No, we don’t. It fits perfectly.”
“Goddess, you’re infuriating.” He nibbled on my nose.
“Is that why you’re practically eating my face out right now?”
“When you’re moaning, you’re not talking.” He trailed kisses along my cheeks.
“Sounds like you’re going to be busy keeping me moaning all the time then,” I replied, leaning into his kisses that were now moving to my neck. My insides flooded with warmth, and my nerves tingled with pleasure from his every touch as he danced sparks along my skin.
“Bow chicka bow wow!” Blake loudly sang out, putting a stop to where things were headed as we immediately separated.
“c**k blocker!” Tyce teased, pushing on his shoulder. “
