Emerald

Emerald

The three of us had just gotten back from the restaurant. Devon and Nate had taken me out on an official date. We ate at this really nice Italian place. We had a whole room to ourselves. They want privacy. I got several glares from women as we walked in. I tried not to look, so I kept my head down. Nate told me to ignore them. He said they are just jealous and that none of them even come close to comparing to me. Dinner was delicious, and I had a great time. I had just slipped off my heels when I felt a pair of lips on my neck.

“Devon, what are you doing?” I asked.

“You look so fucking gorgeous in this dress.” He replied.

His lips were travelling down my neck when I felt another pair on the other side. Nate had a hand on my hip as the other began to glide up my thigh and under my dress. God, I want them so bad. I buried one of my hands in each one of their heads and gave their hair a light tug. That earned me a low growl from each of them. I felt Devon slow