41. Arizona
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Arizona
Emmett reaches the stairs before I do, and instead of waiting, he slides his hands around my hips and guides me upward while his mouth brushes my ear, murmuring promises that send heat curling through my stomach.
I’m still a few steps from the landing when Willy closes in behind me, boxing me in with easy confidence, and Red follows close enough that the sound of his boots reminds me he’s right there.
By the time we reach the hallway, we’re tangled together and laughing under our breath, moving through the dim house without anyone bothering to switch on a light because we’ve all spent enough nights here to know every room by memory.
Willy slips an arm around my waist, his palm warm through my shirt, and steers me into the guest bedroom as though it’s the most natural place in the world for the four of us to end up.
Emmett is already pulling his shirt over his head, and I can’t stop watching the muscles shift across his chest and shoulders.
He catches me staring, flashes that easy grin full of dimples, and turns just enough to show off because he knows exactly what it’s doing to me. Red doesn’t compete for attention.
He eases the bedroom door shut, leans back against it with his arms folded across his chest, and watches me without saying a word.
He’s still dressed, boots planted wide, standing there like he’s making sure nobody interrupts us, and my pulse climbs into my throat.
Willy rests his chin on my shoulder while we both watch Emmett, the last of the evening light stretching across his back and catching the pale strip of skin where his shirt usually sits against his neck.
Then Willy’s hands settle on my hips as he presses me back against him, his body warm behind mine, carrying the familiar scent of sugar, sweat, and rodeo dust.
“Gonna take you apart,” he murmurs against my ear, quietly enough that the words belong only to me.
Emmett is on me before I can catch my breath, the wolfish grin I’d been watching softening as he cups my jaw and claims my mouth. His kiss is hot, hungry, and full of intent, the kind that always feels like a promise he has every intention of keeping.
He tastes of mint and warm skin as his tongue slides against mine, his thumb stroking behind my ear until I melt into him, while Willy’s fingers slip beneath the curve of my ribs and send a shiver racing through me.
They fall into step without needing to think about it, Emmett working my mouth while Willy explores every place that makes my breathing catch, and through it all Red stays by the door, watching every reaction with an intensity that burns straight through me.
Willy eases his hands beneath my shirt, his callused palms gliding over my skin until a tremor runs through me, and he laughs against my shoulder when he feels it.
“Sensitive, huh?” he murmurs.
Emmett breaks the kiss long enough to glance over my head at him, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“She always is,” he says, his words rough with want as his hand slides over my chest.
His thumbs circle my nipples before the touch grows firmer, and when he pinches them a rush of sensation tears through my stomach hard enough to leave me dizzy.
My knees give way beneath me, but he catches me with one arm around my back while the other keeps working me, wearing that same grin like he’s determined to take me apart one piece at a time.
Willy catches my wrist and guides my hand to the front of his jeans. He’s already hard, rocking against my palm without the slightest bit of shame.
“Feel that?” he whispers before grazing my ear with his teeth and pressing my hand harder against him.
I answer with a nod that turns into another shiver as his mouth travels along my neck, sucking and biting until he leaves a bruise beneath my jaw, and I can only gasp while I sag between them.
By the time I realize what’s happening, Emmett has worked my shirt over my head, and his mouth closes over my breast where his fingers had been only seconds before, his tongue soothing the same spot he teased until Willy’s hands are roaming over my ribs and stomach, squeezing, stroking, and keeping every inch of me alive with heat.
I reach behind me, desperate to feel Willy’s bare skin beneath my hands, but I fumble with his clothes, earning another laugh against my shoulder.
“Easy,” he says, catching both my wrists in one hand and drawing them behind my back just as Emmett drops to his knees and sinks his teeth into the side of my breast.
I curse and jerk against them.
Both of them laugh, looking entirely too pleased with themselves as they hold me exactly where they want me.
Red stays where he is across the room with his arms folded, watching every shiver that runs through me. He never takes a step, yet I feel the tension rolling off him all the same, building until it settles beneath my skin.
Emmett kisses another mark against my neck, and when I lift my eyes to Red, he answers with a single nod. Whether it’s permission, approval, or both, it steals the breath from my lungs.
They ease their hold just enough for me to turn. Emmett cups my face while Willy keeps my wrists trapped in his grip, and a heartbeat later my back is pressed against Emmett’s bare chest.
His hands spread across my ribs, holding me in place without forcing me there, while Willy’s fingers stay locked around my wrists with enough strength to keep me exactly where he wants me.
Without letting go of me, Willy pops the button on his fly and shoves his jeans down one-handed. His cock springs free, thick, heavy, flushed at the tip, and already leaking.
He simply wraps a hand around himself and strokes at an easy pace while watching my eyes drift lower, and the crooked grin spreading across his face tells me he catches every reaction.
“Look what you do to us,” he murmurs. Behind me, Emmett’s hands wander over my body, tracing my hips before slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.
His teeth catch my shoulder hard enough to make me jump, and then his tongue smooths over the sting until my legs threaten to give out again. Willy still has my wrists pinned, yet he releases one long enough to cradle my cheek, his thumb brushing across my lower lip before easing between them.
Salt, sweat, and warm skin meet my tongue as I close my lips around his thumb because he wants me to and because I want to, and the catch in his breathing earns a satisfied smile.
When he eases his thumb from my mouth, he catches my free wrist again, crossing both behind my back in one hand before rocking his hips against me.
Emmett keeps exploring me from behind, his hands sliding from my shoulders to my ribs, spreading wide every time they settle against my skin as though he can’t touch enough of me at once.
His fingers find the button on my shorts, ease it open, and work the zipper down before tugging my shorts and underwear over my hips together in one firm pull until they gather around my ankles.
He hooks a thumb beneath the bunched fabric and nudges it lower until I can step free of it, kicking my shorts and underwear aside before either of them has to ask.
His palm slips between my thighs, cupping me, and heat floods my face when he finds how wet I already am. His approval rumbles against my back as his practiced touch parts me with easy confidence.
Willy’s cock is still right in front of me, flushed and impossible to ignore. Every part of me wants to touch it, wants to taste it, but my hands stay crossed behind my back where he’s holding them tight in one fist.
He brushes his thumb across my lips again before dragging it over my chin, then claims my mouth, his tongue working deep while his hips rock against my stomach in the same relentless cadence.
He still tastes faintly of strawberries, sweet enough to catch me off guard, but the kiss turns rough when he catches my lower lip between his teeth and tugs until I taste copper.
He chases the blood away with his tongue, and the sting shoots straight between my legs, pulling a shameless moan from my throat.
Behind me, Emmett’s hand stays buried between my thighs, two slick fingers driving inside me while the heel of his palm grinds against my clit. He never eases up, never gives me room to recover, working me until every breath comes apart in broken gasps.
Willy’s cock presses hot against my stomach, and I arch into him, desperate for the friction he answers with easy thrusts that match the pace of Emmett’s hand.
Then Emmett slips his fingers free, leaving me aching around the sudden emptiness. Before I can protest, he drags the wetness he pulled from me up the length of my back, smearing a sticky trail along my spine until it reaches my neck.
A shiver tears through me as coolness settles across my skin, and I twist toward him, but Willy only tightens his grip around my wrists and keeps me facing forward while my chest rises and falls with every desperate breath.
Emmett drops behind me, and I feel the heat of his breath moving over the backs of my thighs before his hands spread me wider. His tongue slides from my pussy to my asshole in one filthy stroke that makes me gasp, then flattens against me as he eats me with complete focus.
My legs finally give out beneath me, but Willy releases my wrists long enough to hook an arm around my waist before I collapse, hauling me upright against his chest while Emmett keeps me open between my thighs.
Once I’m steady again, Willy recaptures my wrists behind my back and strokes slowly along my arm.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my ear. “Fuck, you’re so good.”
The praise barely reaches me through the pleasure crashing over my body. I’m shaking so hard I can’t stay still, my fingers clawing at empty space while Emmett drives his tongue back inside me.
His hands tighten against my hips before he draws back just enough to close his mouth over my clit, sucking hard and circling it until every muscle in my body pulls tight.
A broken sound tears out of me, halfway between a sob and a growl, but neither of them eases off.