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“So yummy.”
Before I could respond, she leaned in again, this time with purpose. Her mouth captured mine with newfound confidence, her tongue tracing the seam of my lips until I opened for her. I groaned as she deepened the kiss, her hand tightening in my hair, guiding me where she wanted me.
This was the Skylar I knew from our late-night conversations—bold, direct, taking what she wanted. The contrast between herphysical smallness and the commanding presence I felt in her kiss made my head spin.
The wind gusted around us, cutting through our jackets and making us both shiver. Without breaking the kiss, Skylar shifted, climbing into my lap with surprising grace. The sudden weight of her, the press of her body against mine, sent a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
“Better?” I murmured against her lips.
“Much,” she replied, settling more firmly against me, her arms winding around my neck.
She was so much smaller than Ryker had been, but no less powerful in her own way. Where his kiss had been all demanding heat and surprising strength, hers was precision and control—each movement calculated for maximum effect, each shift of her body against mine deliberate.
The heat between us built slowly, a welcome contrast to the biting wind. I slid my hands under the back of her jacket, feeling the warmth of her skin through her thin T-shirt. She arched into the touch, making a small sound of pleasure that I felt more than heard.
“God, I’ve wanted this,” I confessed against her throat, tasting salt and skin. “Wanted you.”
“Me too. So much.” She tilted her head, giving me better access. “Just… with both of you.”
The mention of Ryker sent another surge of confused desire through me. I’d spent years thinking of myself as straight, never questioning it until yesterday when his body had pressed mine against the cabin wall. Now, with Skylar in my arms and the memory of his kiss still fresh, I found myself facing a truth I hadn’t been ready to acknowledge.
Skylar pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark with desire, cheeks flushed from the cold and our kisses. She cupped my face in her hands, studying me with an intensity that made my skin heat.
“Do you know what I want?” she asked, her voice dropping to the husky register I recognized from our most explicit late-night chats.
I swallowed hard, well aware from her tone of voice that her more dominant side was finally surfacing. This was the Skylar I knew online, the one I talked to for hours with. The woman that lay beneath the timid, anxious shell. “Tell me.”
She leaned close, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispered, “I want to watch Ryker fuck you. I want to see his cock sliding into you. I want to tell you both what to do while I touch myself.”
My cock jerked hard against my jeans, so sudden and intense that I gasped. The image she’d painted burned through me—Ryker behind me, his hands gripping my hips, Skylar watching us, commanding us, her eyes dark with pleasure.
“Jesus, Sky,” I managed, my voice strangled.
She leaned back, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she shifted in my lap, the movement drawing attention to how hard I was beneath her. “Does that idea turn you on, Kiaan? The thought of being our good boy and pleasing both of us?” She leaned in closer. “I know all your favorite fantasies, my little fucktoy.”
I couldn’t lie—not when my body was betraying me so obviously, not when the truth of my desire was written in every racing beat of my heart. “Yes,” I admitted, the word both terrifying and freeing. “Fuck yes.”
Her smile widened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. “Good. Because if Ryker wants you as much as it looked like he wants you when you were kissing... This is going to be fun.”
The three of us together. Not competing, not choosing, but sharing. The possibility of it—the rightness of it—settled over me like a revelation. This wasn’t just about sex, about physical desire. It was about the connection the three of us had built over the years, the trust, and the friendship that had sustained us through our darkest moments.
She leaned in, nuzzling my throat. “Did you like kissing him? Did it turn you on?”
I whimpered, afraid to admit the truth.
“It was so fucking sexy. And after that kiss, you were both hard. I bet you like thinking about how your body, your mouth, made Ryker hard, don’t you?”
She knew me so well. “I’ve never been with a man before,” I confessed, the admission sticking slightly in my throat.
Skylar’s expression softened. “Neither has Ryker. He’s pretty inexperienced, from what he’s said in chat. You’d be figuring it out together.” She brushed her thumb over my lower lip. “With me guiding you both.”
The confidence in her voice, the casual dominance that had always lurked beneath her online persona, sent another wave of heat through me. She kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, as if sealing a promise between us.
“Let’s head back,” she murmured against my lips. “Ryker’s probably waiting for us.”
I nodded, suddenly eager to return to the tiny house, to see if the chemistry I’d felt with him yesterday still sparked in the light of this new understanding. Skylar climbed off my lap, offering her hand to help me up, and I took it, helping her clean up the remains of our picnic so we could get back to Ryker. Back to where we were supposed to be.
Chapter 9
