Page 108 of Wild Like Us
I’m drowning in them. By them. With them.
A whimper leaves me, and their groans rumble the air. Instinctively, I rock against Banks’ hand while he fills me. Thrusting into him and Akara. I want more pressure. I want my world to be set on fire. I want to forget everything that happened before this tent. I want there to be nothing but after this moment.
Reaching down with my only free hand, I touch the top of Akara’s hand. I touch Banks’ wrist, his fingers lost inside me. They both quicken speed suddenly like they’re racing each other.
“Fuckfuck,” I cry, so wet, almost there, almostthere.
Pleasure mounts until my limbs quake, and my whole body tenses in a thundering climax. Toes curl and back arches even higher. I grip onto Banks’ wrist while Akara’s grip tightens on mine. An orgasm ripples through me, and they both slow their movements until I’m too sensitive to touch.
I try and catch my breath.
Banks kisses my lips in one beat.
Akara kisses my shoulder, then cheek in the next. “I’ll be back.” He releases my wrist, and I grab onto the first thing I can to stop him—which happens to be his hand between my thighs. His fingers brush against my palm, and they’re slick with my wetness.
Our eyes latch. “Don’t go,” I breathe.
Banks has a hand on my thigh still and he pats it. “We’ve got to take care of some things, mermaid.”
“I can take care of you both,” I say in a frown. “Don’t you want me to?”
“This was for you,” Akara refutes.
Banks nods more than once.
Maybe it’s a pride thing. They want to be sure this wasn’t all about their needsbut solely about pleasing me. And I get that, but the sun has been down for a while. It’sfreezingoutside now. “You both can get off here, can’t you? Don’t run off into the cold.Please.”
Akara lets out a breath and sinks back down beside me. I don’t let go of his wrist. “You sure?” he asks.
“Fucking positive, Kits.” I glance to Banks. “You too.”
“Turn on your side,” Banks instructs and helps me roll onto my side. Back turned to Banks. Chest towards Akara. All of us lie underneath the sleeping bags, so I can’t see their movements. But I can feel them shift as they tug themselves.
Not seeing Banks stirs me even more. It feels forbidden, only kept safe in my imagination. I know he’s there jerking off, but I can’t even look at his face while he’s doing it. His building heat warms me beneath the sleeping bag.
I glance to Akara and then he does something unexpected.
He covers my eyes with his palm.
Can’t see him either.
Only hear their heavy breaths. Their grunts.
Feel the shifting of the sleeping bag.
I reach down and start touching myself. We’re all pleasure in this tent.
We’re all alive.
Breath. And body. And life.
26
SULLIVAN MEADOWS
“You need stitches,”Farrow doesn’t even hesitate with the diagnosis once he removes Akara’s bandages with gloved hands and sees the damage to his shoulder blade and elbow. “You should’ve called me last night.”
Tattooed and pierced, Farrow Redford Keene Hale is usually casual and cool, unruffled by little, except when Moffy is hurt. His severity now is a knife to my heart.
