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 tore the foil with his teeth and slid on the protection before bending over her, his chest to her back as he pressed his finger against her lips. She sucked it into her mouth with a small shudder, knowing what was coming.
“We’ve done this before, haven’t we? The first time you told me about wanting this.” He lifted himself back up, spreading her ass cheeks with dark determination as she nodded and shuddered again. “Back then I didn’t know we’d be here. And I definitely didn’t count on Thor carrying that kind of hammer around. So we’ll have to spend more time getting you ready before we can do this right.”
Fiona gave a husky laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Thoreau speechless.”
He looked up to find Thoreau staring at him with wide eyes.
“Like you didn’t know what you were packing. Not tonight though,” Wyatt said hoarsely. “I can’t wait that long tonight.”
Before anyone could respond to his words, he lined his cock up and thrust deep. “Fuck.”
Missed this. Missed you.
Fiona’s body arched beneath his. “Yes.”
Gripping her shoulder with one hand, he started to move. She was so wet, so primed he didn’t have to go slow. Didn’t have to start easy. He’d never been so grateful, because all he could think about was fucking her. Fucking her. Fucking her. Hard enough that he’d leave his mark behind. Deep enough that she’d never get rid of him.
The flutter of her muscles around him came as a surprise, but it was too fast. “We’re not done yet, Speedy,” he growled. “Not even close.”
He pressed his wet finger between the cheeks of her ass and she lowered her head to the floor, her muffled pleas reaching him through the blood rushing in his ears. She wanted it.
“Please, Wyatt. Please.”
He slowed his thrusts long enough to push inside. “Breathe,” he ordered gruffly. “You’ll be taking a lot more than this if you get your way.”
She breathed out, her knees widening to brace herself as he picked up his rhythm again. He stared as his finger filled her ass, a clear image forming in his mind of his cock buried there, Thoreau beneath her—beneath them—as they both took her.
The visual was hot as hell, burning him from the inside out. “Jesus,” he panted, soaking his hand in her arousal and adding a second finger for the first time. She shouted into the nearest pillow. “That’s right. You can take this. You can take us.”
She was already close again. He may not know a lot about that many things, but he had a fucking degree in making Fiona come. He’d taken night classes and asked for extra credit assignments. He knew every quiver and shudder and what it meant.
“This one’s going to rip the come right out of me, isn’t it, baby? You’ll squeeze me so tight I’ll have no choice.” She groaned in agreement. “And after you’ve wrung me dry, Thor is going to take his turn. He needs to. Just look at how badly that hammer’s hurting.”
Fiona managed to lift her head, her eyes on Thoreau as Wyatt took her over the edge.
His shout was loud and sandpaper-rough as she took him with her. His hips couldn’t stop pumping as his orgasm went on and on. “Fuck. Fiona. Love you, baby. So fucking good.”
He kissed her back as he slid out of her, hissing when his sensitive and still semi-erect cock hit the cooler air.
He wasn’t wrong about how badly Thoreau was hurting. He’d made her come with his mouth, then watched another man fuck her, but he’d still held off, doing nothing more than following Wyatt’s lead. Wyatt wasn’t sure he’d have that kind of patience in his position. Hell, he knew he didn’t.
He watched, his chest tight from the exertion, as Thoreau managed to get her on her back. He kissed her deep while slipping on his own condom and working his way inside.
She was still coming, and Wyatt smiled at Thoreau’s flinch of pained pleasure. She was so tight like that. He knew. He could still feel the aftershocks rippling through him.
He sat down and rolled off his condom, watching her face as Thoreau fucked her. Her expression was ecstatic. Cheeks wet with tears and glowing with pleasure. They’d done this to her. He and Thoreau.
Teamwork makes the dream work.
He swallowed his laughter, thinking how well it fit. They were giving her a dream. One of them anyway. Wyatt would do anything to give her the rest of them, and make a few of his own come true along the way.
Maybe it didn’t have to be a certain way for it to work. Maybe making the woman he loved this happy was all that mattered. Even if it took an assist.
Thor was doing a lot more than assisting at the moment.