Page 44 of Breathless

He’s awake.

Knowing that made Thoreau impossibly harder. Wyatt was awake and touching himself as he fucked Fiona. Those thick lashes flickered. Was he watching?

He hoped so.

Thoreau gripped Fiona’s thigh and lifted it into the air, revealing every thrust to Wyatt’s concealed gaze. “If he woke up this is what he would see,” Thoreau informed her, his voice louder than a whisper now. “You loving it so much your thighs are wet. My cock working its way inside you. God, he knows how good this feels. How tight. If he woke up, he’d need it.”

Fiona moaned into his hand again, too lost in what he was doing to her to notice Wyatt’s sheet slipping with each stroke of his thick cock.

“What do you think he would he do, Fi? Drag you away from me so he could have you to himself? Or would he be getting off watching me fuck you while we thought he was asleep?”

He heard Fiona’s sound of surprise at the same time those bright blue eyes opened to stare directly at him. Thoreau couldn’t tell if he was angry or not at being called out, but when Fiona reached out to tug the sheet off him, he saw Wyatt’s boxers bunched at the top of his thighs and his cock in his hand. And he didn’t stop just because he was exposed.

Sexy.

He could say it now. Having Wyatt watch them was one of the sexiest things he’d ever experienced. Watching him had been just as arousing. Seeing his attention drop to his cock as it stretched Fiona’s pussy made Thoreau more determined to draw it out. To tease them all and see what kind of catalyst he could create.

Fiona bit the fleshy base of his palm and he removed it, wrapping his arm around her shoulders for leverage as he changed his rhythm, slowing himself down.

“You were watching, Wyatt?” She asked, sounding shaken and aroused. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Thoreau laughed against her shoulder when Wyatt hesitated. “I told you already, Fi. It’s my turn. Wyatt isn’t the kind of guy to take something that doesn’t belong to him.”

“I don’t belong to anybody.”

His eyes narrowed at the same time Wyatt’s did. “Oh no. I don’t think that’s going to fly with us anymore, sweetheart. When we’re like this? You absolutely belong to us, and you know it.”

At the word us Wyatt’s eyes flared. Darkened.

Was that approval?

Thoreau accentuated his words with a forceful thrust as Wyatt rolled to his side and tugged down her tank, cupping one full breast in his hand.

“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.”

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