Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Condom. She watched as Wyatt tore open the package and with shaking hands rolled the condom over his cock.
Sawyer sank down on the couch across from them, not bothering to put his clothes back on.
Her whole body felt liquid as Wyatt spread her legs and settled between them. His face was a mask of desire as he leaned down and kissed her.
He wanted her. So did Sawyer. It wouldn’t last but it didn’t matter. She had this moment. This weekend. She could remember it forever and remember how for a brief moment she was everything she wanted to be.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt his cock press against her. Sawyer being in the room made it perfect. He was sitting there watching them, no jealousy at all in his expression. When she looked over at him, he winked her way, his hand stroking his cock again.
He was waiting for his turn.
She wasn’t this woman. She wasn’t the kind of woman who could handle two men. Except she was. This weekend she was. She could go back to being Ms. Leal when the snow melted, but for now she was dedicated to simply being theirs.
She gasped as he pressed himself inside. His hands held her tight as though he was afraid of losing her. She could have told him she wasn’t going anywhere. She wanted to know. Needed to see this through and take all the memories they could make in this short, stolen period of time.
He kissed her again, focusing her on him and the feel of his cock stretching her. She was so full of him, so surrounded by him, and with Sawyer’s gaze on her she felt like he was with them, too.
Wyatt kissed her over and over, giving her time to adjust. When her hands found his waist, slipping down to cup the cheeks of his ass, he groaned and pulled away slightly.
“You feel so good,” he said against her ear. “So fucking good.”
He pulled out and then thrust back in, and Sabrina couldn’t help but tighten herself around him, wanting him as close as possible. This was the intimacy she’d always craved, this feeling that they weren’t separate at all in this moment. Wyatt moved in and out, his cock rubbing against her sweet spot. She felt her whole body—so loose only moments before—tighten in anticipation. She’d been sure this part would only be for him. She’d known she would take the closeness and affection while they had their pleasure, but she felt desire spark through her again.
Wyatt picked up the pace, and she went careening over the edge, the orgasm catching her off guard and taking her breath away. Wyatt seemed to go wild, his hips thrusting over and over as his cock moved inside her. She tightened her hands on him, riding the wave to a perfection she’d only found once before. Moments ago, with him.
Wyatt fell on top of her, and she loved the feel of his weight. A deep sense of peace invaded her bones as he kissed her neck and ran his nose along her skin. He breathed her in, like he was trying to memorize her scent.
He smelled like sex and pine and the warmth of a fire in the middle of winter.
He smelled like home.
Sabrina shook herself out of the thought. She wasn’t falling into the trap. This was exactly what Sawyer had told her it was. Sex, and it was grand.
She forced the emotion out of her head, concentrating on the needs of her body. She kissed Wyatt and then grinned Sawyer’s way. “So what do you say we take this to the bedroom?”
Sawyer stood. “I say that’s the best idea I’ve heard in years, Teach.”
Wyatt kissed her one more time and then rolled off her. He kind of hit the floor in an ungraceful move because he hadn’t bothered to completely take off his pants. Wyatt laughed, his face young and carefree as he rolled over. “Guess I was too eager. But don’t worry. Next time I’ll do it right, girl.”
He’d done it perfectly, but before she had a chance to tell him, Sawyer moved in and lifted her up into his arms. “You got her dirty. I’m going to clean her up. We’ll see you in bed, partner. How about you bring those brownies in? I get the feeling I’m going to be hungry.”
Wyatt stood suddenly, pulling his jeans up and looking utterly delicious. “My brownies.”
He ran off toward the kitchen.
And Sawyer carried her away.
It was going to be a sweet night.
* * * *
Sawyer was surprised at how much he felt for the woman in his arms. He’d watched her with Wyatt, and something deep inside had clicked. Like someone had turned a switch he hadn’t known previously existed. It scared the fuck out of him, but he wasn’t going to let this night go by without having her.