Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
He might be a little too intense and organized, but he’d also been crazy enough to drop his pants to prove a point.
Wyatt snickered.
The man had balls. Wyatt now knew that in a very literal sense. And he’d also been as up-front as he could be about how he expected things to go. Thoreau would follow his lead.
God, that thought shouldn’t make him so hard, should it?
“All good, Finn?” Thoreau dropped down beside him, glancing toward the hallway before meeting his gaze with an encouraging smile. “Are you ready for this?”
“Phase two?” Wyatt joked, his hand dropping to adjust the erection in his shorts again. “I’m ready. Go team.”
Thoreau smirked, and then Fiona appeared, still dressed, but with a freshly scrubbed face and a hesitant smile. Wyatt opened his arms and she instantly straddled his lap, wrapping herself around him.
There it was. Her warm summer scent. Soft skin pressed against him as her heart beat in time with his. If Wyatt had a purpose, an ambition, it was to be what this woman needed, so he could feel this connection for the rest of his life.
A punch of arousal hardened his already stiff erection as she turned her head and Thoreau leaned in to take his turn with her mouth. Wyatt tamped down his initial instinct to drag her away, forcing himself to watch them together. To see their mouths smile against each other’s before Thoreau teased her lips open with playful licks and love bites.
To watch Thoreau’s lashes flutter closed when she kissed him fully, sliding her tongue along his and moaning into his mouth.
He was just as gone over her as Wyatt was.
Her hand curled into Wyatt’s shirt as she kissed Thoreau, and her legs tightened around his hips to connect him to this moment. His hands slid up and down her sides, restless as he kept his gaze trained on their mouths.
It wasn’t jealousy he was feeling. Thoreau knew her almost as well as Wyatt did. And they both wanted the same things. To give her pleasure. To keep her. His hands lowered to her hips and he pressed her heated sex against his aching cock. He wasn’t jealous. He was impatient to join in.
His body knew his hang-ups were bullshit.
“Fiona,” he rasped. She kissed Thoreau one last time before turning toward him with desire in her stormy eyes. “I think it’s my turn again.”
She met him halfway, moaning against his lips. She melted into him as he took control, tilting his head and claiming her with the taste of Thoreau still on her tongue. Her mouth was his weakness. The first time she’d kissed him he realized what he’d been missing out on. He’d always seen kissing as a base to round on the way to his goal.
Her lips were the goal.
He could spend hours doing this. Until both their lips were swollen and sensitive. Until they were both so turned on that they could come with a single thrust of his cock inside her.
He never wanted to stop.
“Just helping out.”
Fiona left his mouth with a gasp at Thoreau’s words and Wyatt opened his eyes to see the man lifting her tank over her head. He dropped it beside them and flicked open the pale lavender bra, revealing her full breasts to both their gazes.
“Very helpful.”
He’d thought he had her body memorized, but it had been so long. Her breasts looked heavier than they had before. Ripe and delicious. His mouth watered, longing for a taste.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Fiona stared at him, her lips parting as Thoreau’s dark, masculine hands cupped and squeezed her bare breasts from behind.
“You want to see my doctor’s note?”
“I didn’t mean that.”
“I know.” He ran one rough fingertip across the soft curves of her breasts, watching Thor touch her, seeing her eyes darken in reaction. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t okay.”
Thoreau’s breath came out in a soft laugh. “Yes, you would.”
Wyatt thought about the lumpy mattress he’d been enduring for the last month. “Yes, I would. But I’m good, Fi. If you are.”
She bit her lip, glancing at the man behind her when he tweaked her nipples playfully. “Oh that’s... Um, other than being worried you’re going to stop, or that I’ll wake up and realize I fell asleep at work and this was just a dream? I’m good, too.”
Wyatt’s smile was crooked, his eyes still on Thoreau’s hands. “Like this.” He took one breast in his hand, replacing Thoreau’s touch with his own. “She loves what you were doing, but when you want to get her attention…” He trailed off as he took her nipple between his fingers and tightened his grip the way she’d taught him, playing until her back arched and her eyes closed on a shuddering moan.
“Oh my God, Wyatt.”
“Listen to her,” Thoreau said, pressing his smiling lips against her neck as he watched Fiona’s reaction. “I didn’t realize she was that sensitive. Just one touch and she’s riding your lap like she’s ready to come.”