29. Arizona
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Arizona
I sit close enough to Willy that keeping my breathing even takes real effort. Behind us, the fire crackles, forgotten while all four of us stare at each other instead.
Is this really happening?
Heat curls through me until my jeans feel far too tight. I wet my lips, take another drink of my beer, and let it coat my tongue before I swallow.
“So,” I say, because my brain has completely given up. “What’s next?”
Willy’s grin widens. “Whatever you want.”
Red never looks away. His scarred hands rest between his knees while he watches me with the same calm focus he brings to every bronc that tries to throw him.
Emmett isn’t nearly as good at hiding what he’s thinking. His eyes keep drifting to my mouth before he catches himself, and every failed attempt at looking elsewhere only makes him more attractive.
I climb to my feet instead of answering.
Dust brushes off my jeans as I wander around the fire, letting them watch me. Three pairs of eyes track every step.
I shrug out of my jacket, toss it over the back of a chair, and stop.
My pulse pounds between my thighs.
I keep walking.
Willy watches me with complete confidence, already convinced he knows how this night ends. Red’s fingers flex once against his knees before going still again. Emmett leans forward without seeming to realize he’s moved.
I circle until I’m standing beside Red.
He catches my wrist before I can take another step and hauls me onto his lap hard enough to pull a gasp from me. His hands clamp around my hips, holding me against him while the scrape of his calluses sends another shiver racing through me.
His mouth brushes my ear. “This what you want, Arizona?”
The question never reaches anyone else.
I nod.
His grip tightens, reminding me exactly where I’m sitting.
Across the fire, Emmett’s hands grip his knees so tightly his knuckles pale, while Willy has abandoned his beer altogether. The teasing smile he usually wears has vanished, leaving nothing but hungry certainty.
I curl a finger at Emmett.
He comes without making me ask twice, crossing the space between us before dropping onto his knees close enough that our breaths mingle. Red eases me back against his chest and tips my chin up.
Emmett kisses me.
His mouth is impossibly gentle, tasting of smoke and cider. His lashes brush my cheek, and the care behind that kiss almost undoes me. I catch his lower lip between my teeth, smiling when his heartbeat jumps beneath my fingertips.
His hands wander over my waist until Red lets go of my hips, giving him room to slide his palms beneath my shirt.
The cool touch against my skin steals my breath.
Behind me, Willy pushes to his feet, circles around Red’s chair, and comes up at my back with the easy confidence that seems stitched into him. He cups the back of my neck, his thumb stroking the base of my skull before easing my head back so our eyes meet over Red’s shoulder.
“Trust me?” he asks.
I nod.
His fingers slide into my hair and tighten gently, holding me between him and Red while Emmett trembles against me.
I turn and find Emmett’s mouth again. This time he kisses me like he can’t stop himself.
His tongue meets mine, and I thread my fingers through his hair before giving it a firm tug. The groan that vibrates through him makes heat roll straight through me.
Red’s hand glides up my thigh before he hauls me higher onto his lap, pinning me against him.
Emmett’s palm spreads across my stomach. His fingers catch the hem of my shirt, and I lift my arms so he can pull it over my head without breaking the spell.
Willy’s hands trail from my neck to my collarbones and down my arms, tracing freckles and old scars with surprising care.
“Hold her,” he says.
Red’s arms tighten around my hips without hesitation. I melt back against his chest while Emmett buries his face against my throat.
Willy’s fingers find the curve of my breast, slip beneath my bra, and brush across my nipple with an almost unbearable gentleness. I arch into him before I can stop myself, a whimper catching in my throat.
“Fuck,” Emmett breathes.
His hand slides up my back and pops my bra open with one practiced flick. I shrug the straps from my shoulders, letting the fabric fall down my arms until I’m bare from the waist up.
Heat rushes into my face, but Red’s arms stay locked around me, holding me against him while Emmett looks at me like he can’t believe I’m here in front of him.
Willy circles onto his knees between my thighs, plants his hands on my legs, and lifts his eyes to mine. “Breathe.”
I barely manage one gasp before his mouth closes over my nipple.
Pleasure crashes through me. He watches my face while he kisses and sucks harder, drawing another helpless sound from my throat.
My body gives way beneath the rush, and I nearly slip from his lap before his arms tighten around me again.
Emmett’s hands glide into my hair while his lips find my throat beneath my jaw, kissing me with a tenderness that steals whatever thoughts I have left.
Willy lets go with a wet pop, leaving my nipple throbbing as he sits back to admire the mark he’s made. A satisfied grin pulls at his mouth before Emmett leans in and kisses the same spot, his tongue soothing the sting until I melt against Red.
I reach down and grip Red’s denim-clad knee just to keep hold of something solid.
Willy nudges my knees farther apart and settles between them again. His teeth scrape across my other nipple before his mouth follows, the sharper touch ripping a gasp from me that jerks my whole body against Red.
I bite down on my forearm to keep from crying out, tasting salt while I fight for another breath.
When I lift my head, Emmett is still kneeling in front of me, watching me with open devotion. My hair slips across my face, and one of them brushes it gently away.
Willy studies the flushed marks scattered across my chest before trailing open-mouthed kisses along my ribs. Each one leaves a blaze of heat as his mouth works lower.
Behind me, Red shifts beneath me and lifts me higher onto his lap until my knees spread wider around him. The thick outline of his cock presses through his jeans against me, making my pulse jump.
Willy’s hand follows the curve of my stomach and stops just above the waistband of my jeans. He looks up.
“You want to show him how wet you are?”
I nod.
A warm laugh passes between the three of them before Willy pops open my jeans and drags the zipper down. Cool night brushes my skin, and the second his hand slips beneath the denim into the soaked cotton of my underwear, my hips buck hard enough that Red has to catch me.
His arm tightens around my waist while Emmett’s hands slide behind my knees, stroking gentle circles that only make me ache harder.
Willy slips his fingers between my labia and smiles. “Goddamn,” he mutters. “You could drown a man in here.”
Heat floods my face, but desire burns hotter.
Emmett watches every reaction, and I can’t decide whether I want him touching me or memorizing every shameless second of this.
Willy circles my clit with his thumb before pressing down in one firm stroke that has my hips fighting Red’s hold.
I rock helplessly against the hard outline of Red beneath me, chasing every pulse while all three of them watch.
Somewhere along the way, my boots disappear.
Red’s hands have found my ribs, holding me against his chest while Willy traces my seam before easing two fingers inside and curling them.
Every breath leaves me.
Across from me, Emmett lets out a broken sound. His cheeks are flushed beneath the freckles scattered across them as one fingertip drifts along my thigh with heartbreaking care.
I want his hands everywhere.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
Willy’s hand comes away slick before he eases those same fingers back inside me, stretching me with patient confidence while his thumb circles my clit again, never giving me quite enough.
I bite my lip until I taste metal, desperate to beg him to stop teasing me.
Red’s teeth sink into the curve of my shoulder. The sting collides with everything else, and pleasure tears through me hard enough that I grab his wrists to keep myself from floating apart.
Willy keeps teasing me, his thumb circling until I’m ready to come out of my skin. Every pass drags me closer before slipping away again, leaving me chasing the next touch with helpless little movements of my hips.
I can’t breathe properly. Every muscle pulls tighter, my thighs trembling while I fight to hold on for another second.
Red’s chest stays solid against my back, his arms locked around me as I rock against his lap, searching for friction wherever I can find it. His breath brushes my shoulder, rough enough to tell me he’s also barely holding himself together.
Across from me, Emmett watches like he can’t tear his eyes away. His lips part. His hands clench against the grass. Every tiny sound I make seems to hit him as hard as it hits me.
Willy looks up at me again.
That smug grin is still there. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
He lets me hover right on the edge one more time before finally shifting his thumb.
The cry escapes before I can stop it. My hips grind desperately against his hand while he keeps his eyes on mine, and the pressure that’s been winding tighter and tighter inside me finally breaks.
The orgasm crashes through me so hard my whole body locks around it.
I shake against Red while he slides one hand between my breasts and covers my mouth, muffling the sound as I bite down hard enough to leave the imprint of my teeth in his palm.
Across from us, Emmett lets out a rough, helpless sound, his hands twisting into the grass.
Only then do I register how exposed I am, spread across Red’s lap with all three of them watching me fall apart.
Willy keeps moving through the aftershocks until I finally sag against Red’s chest, completely spent. My pulse pounds in my throat while tears sting my eyes from the force of it.
The hard length of Red presses beneath me through his jeans, impossible to ignore now that the haze has begun to clear.