Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Wolfe
The second my eyes landed on Rhys out on that front porch, I knew that this thing between us was about to explode. I'd spent the past few weeks twining my world with theirs to the point I knew I wanted them in my life. Permanently.
Not that I was the type to ever think about the future or anything long-lasting, but the mere thought of losing either one of them damn near made me crazy.
Tonight had been a hell of a lot harder than I'd let on.
I had wanted to spend my birthday with Amy and Rhys.
They were the brightest points in my life right now, and without them, I felt empty. Lost.
And this … the intense lust that coursed through my veins, that ignited like diesel fuel when we were together, was only a fraction of it.
I came to stand between Rhys’s legs, staring down at the man as he sat on the edge of the bed. Unable to help myself, I ran my hand down the side of his face, the rough stubble abrading my palm as I studied him, tried to read his mind.
Love.
That was what I felt for Rhys and Amy. Strong, powerful, all-consuming love.
Something I'd never felt for one person, let alone two.
Not like this. It was a need, a hunger, a desperate yearning that only seemed to be sated when I was with them.
And I was serious when I said I was all in. I wanted it all.
Rhys’s eyes were searching my face in turn, and I met and held his gaze as I slipped my hand behind his neck, shifting higher and palming the back of his head as I leaned down.
When our lips met, I forced myself to take it slow.
As hot as the fire inside me was burning, I didn’t want to rush this.
I still remember the first night I was with Rhys.
The two of us alone. It had been more than I'd anticipated.
Truth was, it had scared me a little. Made me want more than I knew I should want.
And though I'd found the same feelings churned when I was with Amy, I could never imagine my life with one and not the other. I needed both of them.
Amy moved closer, kneeling behind Rhys, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts pressing against the back of my hand. She was watching us and I fucking loved that.
Strong fingers tugged on my jeans and I pulled back, staring down the length of my body as Rhys unbuckled my belt, then released the button.
I sucked in a breath when his hands slipped beneath my shirt, curling around my waist, warm fingers pressing into my flesh.
I fucking loved the way he touched me. So sure of himself, so strong, powerful.
It settled me in a way I'd never expected.
Wanting to feel more of him, I reached behind my head and tugged my shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor.
Rhys’s hands moved higher. Rough, warm. My abs contracted, my breath lodged in my chest as sensation after sensation consumed me.
When Amy’s hands joined Rhys’s, I drew air deep into my lungs.
Soft, smooth. So different, yet they both touched me with reverence, in a way that made me feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet.
Rhys leaned forward, pressing his lips to my stomach. I kept his head cradled in my hand, holding him, desperate for more of his touch.
Amy pulled back, her eyes on us as she kept one hand on me, the other on Rhys. I fucking loved that she was always touching us, as though she didn’t want to be too far away.
I pulled Rhys to his feet, then leaned in for a kiss while we both fumbled to get the other’s jeans off. It took several minutes, but we managed to disrobe, still groping, still kissing.
When I laid Rhys back on the bed, Amy moved out of the way, but she didn’t go far. I reached for her, placing my hand on her thigh, needing to feel her, too, wanting her close.
“Wolfe…” Rhys pulled me down, then crushed our mouths together. The kiss went from simmer to boil in seconds, and I was lost to it, drowning in the sensation of having him beneath me. Warm, hard, eager.
My brain was processing all the things I intended to do to him, but before I could put a plan in motion, Rhys flipped our positions.
I found myself flat on my back, his weight blanketing me, our mouths once again coming together, tongues dueling, hands roaming.
For a brief moment, I considered giving in to what I knew he wanted.
“Let me,” Rhys groaned. “Let me give you this.”
I shook my head, instinct saying I couldn’t give in.
Not that I didn’t necessarily want to, but I wasn’t sure I could handle it.
If I gave up that last piece of myself, I wasn’t sure I'd ever get it back. And despite my feelings for Rhys and Amy, I wasn’t sure I could allow myself to be that vulnerable.
After all, I had admitted how I felt to Rhys—told him I was all in, that I wanted everything—but the man hadn’t responded in kind.
Rhys pulled back and stared down at me. I met his gaze, held it.
“Let me love you, Wolfe.”
The tightening in my chest threw me, the acceptance, the need.
My self-control was being battered from all sides, and I knew if Rhys pushed me, I would give in.
I couldn’t help it. I wanted everything these two were willing to give me.
I'd always been the one in control, the one others depended on. To have them focused completely on me…
Rhys’s mouth trailed down my jaw, my neck. I closed my eyes as the warmth moved south, pausing to torment my nipple before shifting lower. I sucked in a sharp breath when his mouth descended over my cock.
A warm body moved beside me and I opened my eyes to see Amy lying on her side, warm and so fucking beautiful. While Rhys teased me with his lips and tongue, I pulled Amy down to me, kissing her. Gently, leisurely. I forced myself to relax even when Rhys’s mouth moved lower.
When his tongue slid even lower, rimming my asshole, my entire body jerked.
“Does it feel good?” Amy whispered, her eyes on my face, her fingers sliding down my cheek.
It amazed me that she understood my hesitation.
I nodded.
She kissed me again, and Rhys’s mouth sent me into hyperspace, his tongue thrusting inside my ass, fucking gently. When his finger replaced his tongue, I sucked in air, my arm banding around Amy.
“Let it feel good,” she said softly, her hand sliding over my chest, my neck, cupping my face.
I gave her a jerky nod, but I wasn’t even sure what I was agreeing to. This was too much. If Rhys wasn’t careful, I was going to come before we made it to the next phase of this birthday seduction.
Sensation after sensation slaughtered me as Rhys fucked me with one finger, then two. The man brushed that sensitive spot inside me and I damn near came off the bed.
“Oh, fuck … oh, fuck…” I drew air deep into my lungs.
As though he knew how close I was, Rhys paused, his mouth moving over my cock once again.
“Naked,” I commanded Amy. I needed her naked. I needed…
Amy nodded. While Rhys continued to blow me, I watched as Amy shed her clothes until she was gloriously naked. Then she was back on the bed, her hands on me. It was clear she was distracting me, and it was working.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Amy told me, her lips sliding along my jaw. “Deep inside me.”
I growled at the same time Rhys released me. I managed to roll over, pulling her beneath me. Without thinking about the repercussions, I plunged inside her before I even realized I didn’t have a condom.
My entire body drew taut as the slick warmth of her pussy clasped me.
“Fuck … oh, my … fuck…” I didn’t move, staring down at her. “I … oh, God, Amy.” A deep, rumbling growl sounded from my chest, more animal than man. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”
A small smile formed on her mouth.
“Need a condom,” I groaned, hating the thought of pulling out of her right now.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I trust you.”
It wasn’t necessarily about trust. Well, it was and it wasn’t. I wasn’t sure where this thing with us was going. If she got pregnant…
The idea of her pregnant with my baby had my body pulsing dangerously. I stared down at her.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “Implant.”
Part of me was relieved, part disappointed. Still, I couldn’t move. Warm hands gripped my hips, pulling me out of the erotic stupor as I felt the mattress shift behind me.
“Kiss me,” Amy pleaded, pulling my head down.
Welcoming the distraction, I gave in.
To her kiss, to Rhys. To everything.
For the first time in my life, I was handing the reins over to someone else.
And I realized then that they were the only two I'd ever trust to hold on and not let me go.
Ignoring Rhys behind me wasn’t even an option. I heard the rustle of a condom being opened, felt the shift in the bed when he joined us. The way the man leaned over me, his warm, comforting weight didn’t detract from the anxiety I felt as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my asshole.
Damn.
Fuck.
Amy shifted; the friction of the smooth walls of her pussy had ecstasy shooting through me.
It was almost enough to ease the sharp pain that ignited deep within me when Rhys pushed inside.
My body stretched painfully around the intrusion, but I focused on breathing, letting the pain morph into pleasure.
“So tight,” Rhys groaned against my ear. “So fucking tight.”
Amy moved again, rocking her hips, exquisite pleasure slamming through me as my cock lodged deeper inside her body.
The next thing I knew, they were both fucking me.
I could do little more than remain poised above Amy, her sweet softness beneath me, while Rhys plunged deeper and deeper into my ass with every thrust and retreat.
My head was spinning, my brain obliterated by the intensity of it all.
I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.
I could easily get addicted to this. Having both of them at once.
It was fucking incredible. More so than I'd ever expected.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed when Amy pinched my nipple.