“Shane…” Suddenly, Lucky’s mouth was everywhere. He kissed Shane’s cheek, his jaw, his forehead, his eyelid, even his ear. “Shane, God…if you don’t f**k me soon, I’m going to burst.”
The need in Lucky’s voice drew his gaze back up to his dark, hungry eyes. “You said at my apartment you didn’t want to rush things.” He smiled. “I should make you wait even longer.”
“Considering you’ve already come once tonight, I think things have been rushed.”
“No, that was paybacks for keeping me out of the fun earlier,” Stella piped up.
Reluctantly, Shane pulled away, sitting back on his heels so he could look at both of them. “It wasn’t intentional—”
Her fingers covered his mouth, silencing him as she smiled. “I know. It was Lucky’s impatience.”
“Hey, Shane was impatient, too. He didn’t exactly kick
