Chapter 3
Mia’s POV
“Tyler, come on babe, at least roll over so we can get your shirt off,” I said, grunting as Kyle and I hauled his heavy drunk ass across the open villa floor.
Tyler just mumbled some nonsense about more shots and laughed once before we dropped him face down right in the middle of that giant king bed.
He stayed exactly like that, fully clothed in his shorts and t-shirt, and within a couple minutes the loud snoring started rumbling out of him like a damn chainsaw.
I stood there next to the bed breathing hard, my skin hot and my p***y still throbbing from everything that happened at dinner.
The wine had me nicely buzzed but it also made the frustration worse.
Hours of Kyle’s foot teasing me under the table, rubbing my bare wet p***y while Tyler laughed at his
