Trouble in Miami (Trouble, Tennessee 4)

Prologue

Allister slid down Ellie’s body like he was in a hurry to feast. He soon slowed his approach, nibbling here or there by sampling every inch and enjoying himself all the more. As soon as Ellie arched in his arms and that seductive whimper fell from her lips, he dragged the chair from a nearby desk and settled in for an intimate mouth-watering meal.

“Don’t make me beg, Allister,” Ellie crooned, spreading her thighs and crooking her finger back and forth.

With a white bath towel knotted at his waist, Allister acknowledged his buddies as they entered their master bedroom. “You could’ve waited.”

“That apparently wasn’t an option,” Bradley said, shooting Ellie a quick wink.

Derek and Ryan had been away on business. Bradley and Allister hadn’t missed them a bit.

Ellie, however, was a different story. Allister’s sweet woman had a few restless nights thanks to wet dreams that left her crawling all over the two men remaining at home. They’d taken full advantage, too, often sharing her until the wee hours of the morning.

Oversexed and running on very little sleep, Allister and Bradley hadn’t complained. Whatever fantasies had stirred Ellie from her dreams seemingly drove her straight into a vigorous round of endless fucking.

God help him. Allister had fallen more hopelessly in love with the woman who’d owned his heart right from the start.

Tucking his hands under her bottom, he lifted Ellie to him, kissing her inner thighs before pushing his face against the juncture between them. He took his time teasing her, circling her opening with his fingers while flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Mmm… Allister,” she whimpered, her hips firing off the bed.

“Buzz around here suggests someone had some awfully wet dreams while we were away. Any truth to that, doll?” Derek pulled her hand away from her lips and nipped at her luscious mouth.

“None,” she whispered, locking her focus on Allister then.

“Tell the truth, baby girl.” Allister fully tested her, thrusting inside her with a willful tongue, lapping up the essence of an overly excited woman but refusing her a quick release. Oh no, he wanted to deliver torturous foreplay, the kind of preamble that made a woman appreciate a finale and beg for an encore.

Allister kept an eye on his lady. The thought of missing one of Ellie’s more enjoyable moments often drove him mad. It was the reason he insisted on sleeping beside her every night regardless of how she spent her days.

If he happened to skip an event like this, he often asked her to describe what he’d missed, finding it impossibly erotic to hear about her experiences. She seemingly enjoyed sharing the thoughts that had rumbled in her head while the others took her, fu

cked her, and made a claim on what he would forever cherish as his—a special and unique woman, a woman who was one hundred percent devoted to every last one of them.

Ryan approached the bed and Ellie immediately greeted him appropriately. The insatiable beauty stuffed her hand under his towel and gave him a sharp tug. He rocked against her, gripping a handful of hair before tilting her head back and delivering a passionate kiss.

Her body harbored no secrets then as her pussy convulsed around Allister’s tongue. He longed to give her a few love pats, just flip her over and spank her sweet round ass. Instead, he backed out of Ellie’s pulsing channel, leaving her wet and in true need.

“Allister,” she whined, now pumping Ryan in one hand, Derek in the other.

“Ah dear,” Ryan crooned, his thick Australian accent breaking through the Southernism in the room. “Don’t concern yourself with Allister.” He guided her arm then, gripping her elbow and maneuvering her until she aggressively pumped his cock.

Ellie’s hungry eyes seemingly lured Bradley to the scene of the upcoming illicit crimes. Soon, the five of them were in position for the good loving to come. Bradley and Allister towered over her. Ryan entered her from behind while Derek slipped between her full lips.

Soft music played in the background. Their bodies slapped in time. Mattress springs made quite the racket while the wooden headboard hammered against the wall.

Allister couldn’t recall a moment when Ellie had looked more beautiful or when she’d stirred the kind of passion that made him feel so alive.

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