Jessica
She spent the afternoon just watching TV, with the occasional moment when Rydge would just walk past her and trail a hand along her arm, or stand behind her and slide his fingers down along her neck, or up it and then along her jaw, and take hold of her chin and tilt her head back and smiled down at her, then just lean down and kiss her, all slow and lingeringly, and she had to admit it felt really nice to have a man’s mouth on hers soft like that.
Then, at other times, he just devoured her mouth all hungry-like, out of nowhere, and then just walked away with a bit of a chuckle. He was, it seemed, really enjoying himself and what he knew he was doing to her two mates.
She looked at him as he sank down on the lounge right next to her and his hand fell on her knee and his fingers
