Breathless Read online R.G. Alexander (Finn Factor #11)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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Wyatt’s cock twitched and started hardening again. Fiona’s arms were splayed on the floor, head back like a sacrificial offering. He’d think she was in pain, if he hadn’t seen her smile up at Thoreau as he lifted one of her legs out and over her head before pounding her into the pillow he’d placed beneath her hips.

Shit, that was deep.

Thoreau’s firm ass was flexing with every driving thrust, shaking Fiona’s breasts each time he bottomed out. It was impossible to look away from the two bodies in motion, his dark skin slapping against her pale flesh faster. Faster. The sounds and smells of sex filled the air and Wyatt couldn’t resist the need to stroke his shaft again as he watched them together.

Beautiful. They’re beautiful.

Thoreau looked up at him then murmured something to the woman beneath him before pulling out. What are you doing? Don’t stop. Fuck her.

Fiona turned to face Wyatt, her face pink and sweating and stunning, and sent him that smile. The one that was a challenge. The one that made him her slave.

Ah, good man. “Get back over here, firecracker. You’ve got something I want.”

Wyatt scooted toward her on his knees without hesitation, watching her lick her lips and knowing exactly what she wanted.

Fuck, yes.

“It’s not my turn.” But he was rubbing the head of his cock along her damp lips despite his words.

“Sharing is the plan, man. Remember?” Thoreau grasped her hips and plunged back inside her, his fingers clenching and unclenching on her creamy skin. “Fuck, that’s good. We can’t give her everything tonight, you said. But we can give her this together.”

Before Wyatt could respond, Fiona’s lips parted to take him in.

His head dropped back with a groan. “You know I can’t resist that mouth.”

She hummed her agreement against his shaft, her tongue pressing the spot she knew made him shudder. Fuck. How could he be this close? Again?

Thoreau took his hand and placed it on top of Fiona’s head and Wyatt opened his eyes in surprise.

“You might want to hang on,” Thoreau warned, sounding breathless.

Instinctively his fingers threaded through her soft tresses and tightened when Thoreau’s thrusts picked up again, pushing her forward until the head of Wyatt’s cock came up against the back of her throat.

“Jesus.” He tugged her back, seeing tears in her eyes. But she refused to stop, working him with her lips and tongue, moaning louder as the man behind her brought her back to the brink.

Wyatt kept his thrusts shallow, letting Thoreau set the rhythm she needed. He looked up, caught in Thoreau’s penetrating stare as Fiona caressed his tight sac with her hand.

Together. We’re taking her together.

What was happening? Fuck, what—

Wyatt looked down, watching his cock slide into her sweet mouth with each thrust, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop this train. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna…”

Fiona groaned deeply around his shaft, clutching at his hip and holding him in place as Thoreau pounded her into him. She wanted it. Wanted him. He couldn’t have denied her if he’d tried. He felt her mouth working around his cock, swallowing his release as he tightened his grip on her hair.

He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t take his eyes off her. He held his hips rigid as he shouted her name, hearing Thoreau join him. Fiona let out a muffled scream, her fingers digging into Wyatt’s skin and bucking between them as she rode out her own powerful climax.

She was so beautiful like this.

Wyatt dropped to the floor in a boneless pile, his body shaking with the force of that last release, his heart racing too damn fast to be healthy.

But damn, it was good.

“Fuck.” He looked up to see Fiona’s head drooping as she panted, her body trembling and shaking as she slowly recovered. He watched Thoreau kiss her shoulder, tracing her tattoo with his lips. He knew the one.

All good things are wild and free.

It used to make him crazy that she’d marked her body with a quote from the author Thor was named for, though she’d had it long before she met him.

He reached for that feeling again, but any trace of jealousy and resentment had disappeared. There wasn’t room for it inside him. Not with all he felt for Fiona, and his gratitude for Thoreau’s plan, filling up all those spaces inside him.

A month ago, he’d nearly lost his brother and felt sure he was losing Fiona forever. He’d nearly died. Now he was living with her, loving her and trying to let go of his need to define what this was between them.

He was sick of fighting it. Sick of being stuck in the rut he’d made for himself.

Wyatt wasn’t sure how Thoreau’s plan would work in the long term, or if it was even possible. But right now, tonight…? Anything was possible.



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