Page 70 of Breathless

She blew out a shaky breath and nodded jerkily. “So much. So full. Oh God, Wyatt. I can feel both of you.”

“Me too.” Wyatt sounded like he was talking through a clenched jaw. “You’re so tight, baby. I need to fuck you, but you’re so damn tight.”

“Do it,” she begged.

“I second that emotion,” Thoreau managed. “I need to move.”

“I’m driving,” Wyatt growled, his chest pushing against Fiona’s back until she was pressed against Thoreau and he was hovering over both of them. “Same rules apply now, Thor. Follow my lead.”

That was all he wanted.

Thoreau couldn’t wrap his head around how good this felt. Everything. He felt everything. He followed Wyatt’s rhythm, slow at first, to make sure she could handle it, then a little faster. A little deeper.

More. Fuck us harder.

His feet were braced on the bed, with Wyatt pumping between them. Fiona was squeezing him so tight it was close to pain, but he never wanted it to stop. She kissed him, turning her head to kiss Wyatt in turn, all the while making sounds that were driving him closer and closer to the edge.

When she lowered her head to his chest, he opened his eyes to see Wyatt’s face, dripping with sweat and so close to his he could feel every panting breath. Blue eyes dropped to his lips and then met his gaze again.

Thoreau licked his lips as their measured rhythm surged, knowing he was pushing but unable to stop himself. Everything felt good. Everything felt right.

Fiona lifted her head and moaned. “I’m so close. I can feel you both fucking me and I’m so close. Can you feel him against you, Wyatt?”

Wyatt’s lashes fluttered and his hips slammed against them. “Yes.”

“Do you like it?” she gasped, running her hands over her sensitive breasts as they bounced lightly above him.

“Yes, I like it.”

Thoreau ran his own hand over her chest, cupping her breast before pulling her down for a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. “I like it too,” he said. “I can feel him fucking you, his cock sliding over mine and making you tighter. I didn’t think you could get any tighter.”

A warning rumble from Wyatt’s throat was all they got before he changed the force of his thrusts. Faster. Harder.

Yes, fuck, do it harder. Fuck us harder.

Thoreau felt her coming and couldn’t hold back anymore. Everything he was poured into her. Everything inside him emptied out and filled up with something new. Something he’d never known he wanted.

Forever. He wanted this forever. This connection. This ecstatic piece of Glory.

Fiona and Wyatt. They were his one.

Waynes always knew.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there caressing Fiona’s back before he realized she was asleep and Wyatt was gone. He’d heard the water in the bathroom a few minutes before, felt him cleaning her, kissing her. But then he’d left the room again and hadn’t come back.

When Thoreau rolled Fiona onto her side, she smiled, lifting her lashes long enough to look at him. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. Do you need anything? A drink?”

She closed her eyes on a hum and shook her head. “Go check on Wyatt,” she suggested sleepily. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

She would, he knew. She didn’t look like the idea of running was even crossing her mind. He wanted to shout in victory and beat his damn chest.

Fiona was his. Theirs. And she wasn’t going anywhere.

Thoreau made sure she was covered with his blanket, then tugged on his boxers before stopping off in the bathroom. He found Wyatt sitting at the kitchen table. He was eating a slice of pizza and staring at the three-pack.

“I’m starving,” Thoreau said, walking in and casually lifting a now-cold slice from the box. “You two distracted me before I could eat the rest of my dinner.”

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