Page 91 of Full Mountie

“You know it.” He growls and bucks his hips.

Lachlan lifts his head and gives me a sex-drunk look. “You’re an evil, wonderful woman,” he says, his words slurring a bit.

“You like that.”

“God, yes.”

“You okay?”

“Uh huh.” He licks his lips. “You can be harder. Get yourself off on my face.”

Wild disbelief wars with hungry arousal as I reach for his hair again. My fingers tangle through the short strands, then I just spread my fingers wide, instead. I hold his head still as I rock against his mouth, tiny little movements now, so close…Climbing, climbing…My clit throbs as I rub it back and forth against his lips. It’s not enough, but it’s so good, and I’m still climbing. I think maybe this way I could just keep winding up forever.

I tug his head to the side, and he keeps licking and sucking there. My thigh, the curve of my hip, the top of my mound. Hugh’s moving him all over the place now, and I let him go.

I need my hand to stroke myself over the edge.

And I want to release him from his duty of pleasuring me, to release him into his own pleasure.

I flex my leg beneath his face. His eyes are closed, his brow pulled tight, and his lips are parted. He’s a sculpted Greek statue, tipped forward, being ravaged. “Come for him, Lachlan.”

A ragged groan slides over those lips, and my eyelids flutter as that sexy, lurid sound pulls on something inside me. I roll my head and look to Hugh. His face is twisted, too.

We’re all close.

I think Lachlan goes first. He shudders, then seizes up, all of his muscles flexed hard against the rope confines, and then Hugh’s swearing and holding himself deep inside our lover. I wonder what that feels like. Is it a fight to stay inside? Does it hurt so good as he clamps down?

Heat twists fast in my belly, deep and low inside me. I want to feel that. I want Hugh to take me there, some day. Maybe soon.

My face flames as I rub my clit faster, my pussy and ass both clenching to be filled.

Soon.

And for now, I’ve got the heavy weight of Lachlan on my leg, and Hugh’s gaze locked on my fingers as I frig myself over the edge.

One of them tells me I’m beautiful as I twist in freefall, the climax ricocheting through me.

Then Hugh falls forward, bracing one hand against the bed as the other fumbles with the ropes. I scramble out from under Lachlan and help him loose, then I rub his shoulders as he sits up and leans back against Hugh.

They both give me lazy, happy grins.

“That was good, right?” My heart is hammering in my chest.

Lachlan holds out his arms. “Come here.”

I fall into him, and he kisses the top of my head, then I bury my face in his chest. I hear them kiss above me, and I’m so fully of happiness I wonder if I might burst.

After a few minutes, Hugh disappears to get a washcloth. Lachlan gasps when it’s not as warm as he expected, and Hugh just shrugs.

“Beth gets it extra warm. You get what you get.”

“Jerk.” But Lachlan pulls him close and kisses him again, and I want to take a picture of the way they’re looking at each other.

I love you both.

It’s the craziest, most dangerous thought. But it’s true.

I can’t say it out loud, though. I’m going to bury it deep, my little secret.

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