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)
“Say it,” Wyatt rasped, his mouth hovering over her nipple. “Say you belong to us.”
Fiona bit her lip and Thoreau pressed his mouth to her ear. “You own us, Fi. You always have. Give him that.”
“I do. I want to,” she moaned, her hand covering Wyatt’s and dragging it down between her thighs, pressing his fingers to her clit. “I need you both so much.”
Wyatt’s cheeks were flushed red, his breathing labored as he rubbed her clit while Thoreau continued to fuck her.
Jesus. God. Every stroke became a test of his control as the calloused fingers working Fiona’s clit brushed his shaft. Wyatt wasn’t doing it on purpose, he knew that, but Thoreau wished he would.
God, he really fucking wished he would.
He slowed down again, craving more contact. Looking down at where they were all almost joined and not wanting it to end. Wanting more.
Touch it. Touch us both.
“Thoreau, please.” Fiona’s plaintive moan made him silently curse himself and kiss her neck tenderly.
“What does she need, Finn?”
Wyatt’s shoulders bunched and the pulse at his temple showed he knew what Thoreau was doing. Giving over the reins. Letting him control what was happening. What he did to Fiona. To him.
“Faster,” he said hoarsely, clearing his throat, his lids heavy with desire. “Stop teasing her with your hammer, Thor. She needs to come.”
“Show him,” Fiona breathed. She’d caught on quickly, Thoreau thought with a shudder of need. She reached out to touch the fist stroking Wyatt’s cock. “He’ll watch you. Follow you. You know what I like.”
“Fuck,” Wyatt growled, his fingers leaving her as he got to his knees on the bed beside them. “You want me to guide him, baby?”
When she nodded, he snarled and set a punishing rhythm for all of them. Thoreau wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything as primal as Wyatt Finn jerking himself off. Brutal and beautiful, the fire station tattoo on his lean, muscled arm flexing, every inch of him working toward one specific goal. Thoreau matched the rapid pace, overwhelmed with Fiona’s tight heat and Wyatt’s performance.
Fiona’s thigh shook in his hand as she got closer and he managed to restrain himself, sweat dripping down his cheek.
Don’t come. Not yet. Almost. There.
“Now,” Wyatt ordered and Thoreau felt Fiona tighten around his cock like a vice.
“Oh God!”
He heard her shout, and then a seismic jolt rocked his body. “Fi,” he groaned, watching Wyatt’s back arch as he came, painting her chest with ribbons of white. A rough animalistic sound escaped his throat as he marked her and it made Thoreau shudder in response.
Fuck.
He couldn’t hold back after that. He let his climax take him. Let wave after wave of pleasure pound him into tiny grains of sand. Fiona did this to him every time. Devastated him. Transformed him.
She isn’t the only one who does this to you, is she?
He’d always known this would be part of it for him. He wasn’t lying to Wyatt. Sex didn’t have to be one thing or the other. For Wyatt, this might be just about Fiona. It was for Thoreau as well, but his attraction to the firefighter was definitely an added bonus.
“Wyatt?” Fiona shifted against him and the concern in her voice had Thoreau opening his eyes. He saw her reach for Wyatt as he rolled off the bed and yanked his boxers up in one smooth motion.
“I’m good.” But he wasn’t looking at either of them when he laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “Just a little too experimental for first thing in the morning, you know? I’ll be back.”
His abrupt exit left Thoreau unsettled.
A little too experimental.
Shit. Had that made him uncomfortable?
Fiona had the same worry, her hand squeezing his leg as he got rid of his condom. “Did I push him too hard, Thoreau?”
“No way.” He curled her loose hair around her ear and pressed their foreheads together. “But maybe we did. Just a little.” He looked down at Wyatt’s handiwork dripping down her lush breasts. Were they bigger than they used to be?
His desire to lick the come off her full, lush curves had him sitting up decisively. “Why don’t you take a shower while I talk to him, okay? Trust me, he’ll be fine.”
When she looked at him, nibbling on her lip as if she were missing the piercing, it felt like she wanted to tell him something. “What is it?”
She hesitated. “Shower first.” She crawled off the bed and the moment was gone. “A quick one. But don’t let him leave.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
He stepped back into his own boxers, part of him wishing he could join her in the shower. But this was more important. He’d been the one to start Wyatt down this road, and now, before they’d given Fiona the full experience she wanted, things had already gotten more complicated than he could have ever expected.