Page 45 of Hopeless Sacrifice
“That—that doesn’t sound like a good time at all, Kara.” Dax even pulls back from me slightly.
“No, that’s—that’s not an option.” Ryder’s voice is more serious than I’ve ever heard it.
My head tips back to look at his pretty blue eyes.
“Then maybe you should get your hand out of my ass andshare.”
Ryder would never make me do something I didn’t want to. I know that. But the awkward look in his eyes right now is priceless.
“I’m sorry. Your aunt said all this shit. She made me feel like I didn’t even know what sex was. Fucking talking about groundhogs and French third base. I have no idea what yab yum means and she said it like three times.” His words are a stream of worry and it makes me smile from the anxiety my aunt must have gave him.
I told him he should have been afraid.
He exhales a heavy breath.
“I’m sorry. You know I want to make you happy. Tell me what you want me to do.” He leans in to me, his lips kissing my bottom lip sweetly before kissing me fully.
“Lie down,” I say in a quiet voice.
He looks lost. His gaze shifts from me to Dax. Slowly, he pulls away from me and climbs up to the pillow. Dax sits up to the edge of the bed, still holding me while Ryder rests behind him. Once more, Ryder’s attention settles on me.
“Take your shirt off.” He smirks as if it’s adorable that I’m telling him what to do, but he does it. His hands grip the back of his shirt as he pulls it off. The hard lines of his arms flex as he tosses the shirt to the floor.
“Lie back.”
Tension consumes his movements as he hesitantly lies against the fluffy pillow. It’s as if he’s waiting for a surprise attack instead of sex.
My palms run down the corded muscles of Daxdyn’s arms. The smooth feel of his body makes me want more.
Hard panes meet my fingertips as I push up his abdomen. Warm breaths become heavier against my neck while I rub my palms against his pecs. He releases me slowly, helping me pull off his soft shirt. I toss it to the floor with Ryder’s.
For a second, I just take them in. They’re sexy together. Shirtless and strong and waiting.
Just for me.
But they only wait so long.
Ryder’s fingers unfasten his jeans. He holds my gaze as he shoves them down his hips. The sight of his hard dick makes me shift against Daxdyn’s chest.
I stand to step back from them both, standing between Dax’s spread legs.
Ryder’s heated gaze follows my every move. My bare thighs rub together and I slowly pull at the hem of my white shirt. My fingertips skim against my navel as I bring it over my head.
I’m naked before them.
Daxdyn leans back, his arms brushing against Ryder as he gets comfortable watching me.
I’ve never felt as wanted as I do right now. It’s a tingling feeling that starts in my core but trembles through my heart as well.
I keep my eyes on Ryder as I lean into Dax and kiss him deeply. As Ryder’s palm wraps around his cock my eyes flutter closed, tangling my tongue with Daxdyn’s.
As my tongue rolls against his, my hand trails down the lines of his hard chest. His hips shift when my fingers quietly unbutton his jeans.
My fingers skim down his throbbing length and his breath catches against my lips. His light touch feels hesitant against my skin as his fingertips trail over my ribs before palming my breast. I arch into the bruising pressure of his kiss. His thumb brushes against my nipple as his palm pushes firmly against my breast.
An ache courses through me, demanding more. I take a step back but never release him. He leans into me, keeping our lips locked. My wrist continues rolling up and down slowly against his shaft and he groans against my lips before following after me.
Slow steps bring us to the foot of the bed. His tongue rolls leisurely against mine and when I back up against the mattress I finally pull my hand away. A minimal amount of space separates us as he leans back to look me in the eye.
