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)
“Cedar,” Thoreau ground out.
“And you,” Wyatt finished, unable to stop himself from moving closer. Close enough to press his lips against her shoulder and look down at Thoreau in perfect understanding. This wasn’t just sex for either of them. This was communion. Comfort.
Love.
“Look at him, on his knees for you. That’s where you have us, Fiona. On our knees. Do you like knowing how hard we are? How hungry you’ve made us?”
“Yes,” Fiona whispered, instinctively leaning against him while looking down at Thoreau. “Please, Thoreau.”
At Wyatt’s nod, Thoreau gripped her thighs and buried his face between her legs. His groan was a loud rumble that seemed to vibrate through all of them. Wyatt licked her neck, biting into her shoulder and remembering how she felt under his tongue, empathizing with Thoreau’s greedy growls as he took what they both wanted.
Fiona swayed drunkenly and Wyatt wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing his cock into her back as he held her steady for another man’s mouth.
Thoreau groaned again, spreading her thighs and lifting until she was off her feet. Wyatt bit back a groan when he took the rest of her weight, her body flush against his. “That’s right. I’ve got you. I’ve got you and you’ve got both of us. Do you like this?”
“Oh God,” she whimpered, the back of her head digging into his shoulder with her nod. “Oh my God.”
“He can’t get enough, Fiona,” he growled in her ear. “I know exactly how he feels. One lick of that sweet cream and nothing else ever tastes as good again. Does he have those long fingers of his inside you? Is he hitting that special spot with his tongue that makes your thighs shake and your muscles squeeze tight?”
“Yes,” she cried, her hand reaching down to cup Thoreau’s head. “Don’t stop.”
Wyatt rubbed his cock against her ass and the friction made his knees weak. “He can’t stop until you come for him. He knows it only gets sweeter after you scream. He needs his fix.”
He wanted to slide his hand down the curve of her belly and rub her swollen clit, wanted to be a part of her climax, but he held himself back. This was Thoreau’s turn. He’d have his soon enough.
Fiona’s cries told him she was close. He needed her to be close. “Are you there, baby? Are you going to give him what he’s craving?”
Please. Need to get inside. Have to get inside.
Her body quaked against his in answer and he forced his breathing to slow, not wanting to come with her. Not yet.
Not yet. Need to be inside her.
After a few agonizing minutes that felt like hours, Thoreau lowered her legs and looked up at them, his full lips shining and his breath coming in hard pants. The expression on his face was so fiercely carnal that Wyatt had to look away. Had to have Fiona for himself. Now.
“My turn,” he growled. Before she had the chance to catch her breath, he slipped one hand between her legs from behind and thrust two fingers deep, holding her in place with his arm around her waist.
“Wyatt,” she moaned, struggling weakly against him.
Cupping his cock through his boxers, Thoreau lowered his gaze to watch without a word. Good. He wouldn’t try to stop him, he thought, adrenaline and lust coursing through him. He felt like a goddamn warrior. A conquering hero taking his spoils.
“You want me to stop, Fiona?” Wyatt’s grip around her waist tightened as his fingers sped up. “After watching the way you spread your legs and came down his throat? After waiting months to get back between these thighs?”
She shook her head, looking over her shoulder with wild eyes. “I don’t. I don’t want you to stop. I want you inside me.”
“Right answer.” He loved her so damn much. “That’s where I need to be. I just couldn’t go another second without feeling you soaking my fingers. You know how impatient I always am for this. Sometimes I couldn’t make it through dinner without getting a tease of dessert.”
“I remember,” she gasped, her body flushing with heat and desire.
Thoreau was staring unapologetically, his boxers down around his knees now as he fisted his cock.
Wyatt didn’t let himself acknowledge what the sight was doing to him, focusing instead on the possessive thrill of knowing Thoreau would finally know what it felt like to watch. “Get down on your hands and knees for me, baby.”
She instantly obeyed but looked back at him again. “Are you—”
He knelt down beside her and put a firm hand on her ass. “If you ask me if I’m okay again I might get one of those complexes your books talk about.”
Thor grunted in amusement as Wyatt moved between her legs.
Oh hell, he didn’t know where they’d put the damn condoms.
The slap of the square package hitting his thigh made him smile at Thoreau. Teamwork. “Thank God.”