Page 42 of Breathless

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.

Fiona lifted herself up and kissed him. “I’m so happy you’re feeling better.”

Wyatt chuckled against her mouth. “I noticed how happy you were.”

She stared into his eyes, looking, he knew, for hesitation or regret. Looking for him to act the way he always had in the past. He shook his head, smiling. “Just don’t say you told me so.”

Her lips parted in surprise and she kissed him again, letting him taste her relief. Wyatt opened his eyes and saw Thoreau watching them with an off-center smile that swiftly turned into a bark of laughter when Wyatt gave him a thumbs up over her shoulder.

WTF, right?

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