Soul Deep (Triton Security Book 1) by Ashley Lyn

Author:Ashley Lyn [Lyn, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashley Lyn
Published: 2018-06-19T16:00:00+00:00

BECCA

The ringing of my cell phone jerks me awake, and I giggle when I look at Tristan on his belly, spread out like a giant starfish, naked buns there for the taking. I nip his butt cheek as I lean over and grab my phone off the nightstand.

I give a startled squeal when he flips me over on my back and pins me to the bed with his hips. I burst out laughing at the offended look on his face.

“Who is this?” I answer, smiling at Tristan.

“Jake from State Farm.” My lips twitch when Jace answers my question just as I hoped he would.

“What are you wearing, Jake from State Farm?”

“Nothing!”

Well, he sounds happy. “Jace, where are you?”

“I’mghreooeng geg.”

“What the crap?”

“I said God, he smells good.”

“What?”

“I had my face shoved in Bo’s pillow. I’m in my man’s bed, my lover, boyfriend, and inducer of all my future orgasms, Mister Bo.”

“Did he have a nice pecker?” I sigh, “I bet it was super pretty—ow!” Fucking hell. I glare at Tristan and rub my poor abused butt cheek. “Buuuttt, I bet it wasn’t nearly as pretty as Tristan’s.”

“We both hit the cock-pot, like the unbelievable mega jackpot. We’re both getting poked by perfect penis’s.” I laugh at the offended look on Tristan’s face.

“Jace, why did you call, babe? I’m straddling my stud at the moment.”

“You have hair to gussy up today. You told me to call you at nine as your ‘oh shit!’ alarm.”

“Oh shit!”

I scramble off Tristan and misjudge the edge of the bed and face plant on the floor, but I pop up and sprint to the closet.

I yank my skinny jeans up and pull on a random shirt. Tris cracks up laughing, and I look down and laugh myself.

My shirt says, ‘iPoop’.

“Crap.” I pull the shirt off and grab a plain white polo shirt. I’m rushing around the room, throwing my hair into a messy bun, brushing my teeth, and swiping on deodorant.

Tristan jumps up in the outfit God gave him. My train of thought vanishes quicker than panties on prom night. Watching the flex of his back muscles and his sexy bum-cakes is pure fucking poetry. I don’t give a single shit that I’m moaning like a bitch in heat, because when he gets to the bathroom, he turns and faces me, bracing his arms over his head on the entryway above him.

Can men have sexy armpits?

For some insane reason, I’m attracted to that area, from armpit to elbow.

Stick a fork in me. Slap my ass and make me your bitch, my cherry is as good as popped.

“I have a lady boner,” I moan out.

He grins, and I stomp my foot. “Stop it, you sexy beast. I have shit to do today and I can’t get it done with you turning me on every second.”

He runs his hand from his chest, down his sexy belly. “Stop!” I squawk, covering my eyes.

I peek through my fingers and see his hand inching farther south. “Don’t you dare touch that penis!” His hand creeps another inch and I stomp my foot.

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