***"Yeah... I mean, wait. What? Fecking hell," Jillian couldn't get her words straight. It was pretty damn hard to concentrate with one man grinding into her rear and another stroking his thumb over her already swollen bottom lip.
"What's a'matter, love? You seem a bit tongue tied at the mo' or maybe that tongue's just tired. Tired of kissing my mate here."
"Heeeyyy!" Harry lifted his head with a look of mock outrage across his face.
"All I'm saying, H, is that if we are to convince sweet Jill that we are earnest in our intentions, perhaps she needs a taste of the other participant. Namely, me."
"I see your point, Lou. What do you say, Jilly Bean? Are you willing to let Louis have a taste of those delicious lips?"
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the chase
FanfictionA fast moving, hard driving, no desires left behind, pursuit of a woman and satisfaction. Back in town after months of travel, 24 year old Jillian McGuire tries to outrun the unwanted attention of a car full of strangers. Who knew that when she lo...