20
SKYLAR
Ashton touched my cheek and leaned in, erasing all thoughts of anything but the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his exhaled sigh.
I could feel the potency of Rhett’s stare as powerfully as I did Ashton’s tongue when he licked into my mouth. Arousal swept through my blood, thoroughly heating my core, and I whimpered, trying to shift closer when we already touched thigh to thigh.
My p***y contracted at the gentle nip of Ashton’s teeth over my lower lip, and I realized my wine glass tipped.
“Oh s**t!” I pulled back, righting the glass even though a healthy swallow or two had added to the pool water. “Sorry. You kind of made me forget I was holding this.”
Ashton chuckled like he didn’t care I’d spilled wine in their pool I’d lazed around in the day before. “I’m not sorry
