Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Dakota
I’m full.
Dinner was delicious, and Charlie’s having the best time, clearly bonding more with Clint, but I’m a little unsure what happens now.
Reid’s sprawled out on the couch with some old comic book, the pages crinkling as he flips through them like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
Sawyer’s on the floor beside him, scribbling in one of his notebooks. I glance over at him now and then, catching the way his brow is furrowed with that steady focus of his.
“So,” Reid asks, breaking the silence with his easy grin. “How’s the freelance life going? Anything exciting coming up?”
“Ugh, well, I’ve been having a bit of a rough time with the Internet. The signal isn’t great at home, but I’m doing my best.”
Sawyer looks up from whatever he’s writing. “I can imagine it’s a lot to juggle, especially with Charlie.”
I nod, trying to keep it light, but it’s not that simple. “Yeah. It’s tough. But Charlie’s always my priority, you know? I’ve gotta make it work for him.”
“Dakota,” Clint suddenly jumps in. “Charlie’s exhausted.” Immediately, I rise up to go, but Clint shakes his head. “I think he wants to stay here.”
“I…” I don’t really know what to say. “What do you mean?”
Clint offers me a one-shouldered shrug. “I mean, he can have my bed if you want.”
My mind races. Clint’s bed? That’s a big gesture. And why do I feel this pull, like Clint’s offering something more than just a place for Charlie to sleep?
My immediate reaction is to glance over at Reid and Sawyer. They’re both watching, but Reid’s expression gives it away first. That cheeky glint in his eyes.
It makes my heart skip a beat, something twisting in my stomach.
Does he want more with me tonight? Do they all?
I look back at Clint, trying to gauge his sincerity. He’s just standing there, waiting for my response.
“I…” I start, not sure where to take this. “I don’t really know what to say.”
“Well, you’re more than welcome to spend more time here.”
I swallow hard. Do I want that? Of course I haven’t stopped thinking about the last time we all spent the night together, but still… this is a lot.
“Thanks,” I manage to say, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “I don’t want to impose.”
Clint’s eyes soften, and I catch a glimpse of the man behind the foreman. “You’re not. It’s fine.”
The way he says it, with such ease, makes me feel I’m overthinking it. Maybe it’s just about tonight. And tomorrow… well, tomorrow will take care of itself.
Reid sits up slightly, tossing his comic book aside. “Well, looks like it’s decided, then.”
Sawyer chuckles under his breath, standing up from the floor. “You want some help getting Charlie to bed?”
Clint shakes his head. “No, I got it.”
As he heads up the stairs with Charlie, I linger, feeling the absence of their presence. The house feels different tonight.
More intimate, warmer—everything is just… more than what I expected.
I glance over at Reid and Sawyer, who both seem more relaxed now, the tension that was in the air earlier gone.
“You sure you’re alright?” Sawyer asks.
I swallow, trying to gather my thoughts. “Yeah, just… this whole thing is unexpected. I wasn’t planning on this happening tonight.”
Reid watches me closely, his grin back in full force. “I think Clint’s got it covered. But you… you look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
My gaze flickers to the stairs again, and I feel a sudden tug. Something pulling me, making me want to be closer, to follow him up there and see what happens. The way Clint offered his bed, the way he looked at me.
“You don’t have to overthink this, Dakota,” Reid says in almost a whisper. “It’s just us. And Clint. It’s okay if you want to stay.”
Sawyer leans against the wall, his hands tucked in his pockets. His quiet demeanor only adds to the tension, the way his gaze flicks between me and Reid, the space between us charged.
“Yeah, you don’t have to have it all figured out tonight,” Sawyer purrs.
I look from one to the other, my heart racing, both drawn to them and uncertain all at once. I feel the pull. The need to step closer, to let go of the tension and just be here. Just feel what’s happening between us.
Reid shifts, moving toward me with an almost predatory grace. His hand brushes mine, a fleeting touch that sends a shock of heat through my skin. His lips curl up in that knowing grin of his as he steps closer.
“You feeling good?”
Before I can answer, Reid’s hand slides to the back of my neck, fingers warm against my skin. He pulls me in, his lips brushing mine in the most tempting, teasing kiss, demanding and full of intention.
I respond, my hands coming up to his chest, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his shirt.
When we pull apart, breathless and a little unsteady, I find Sawyer watching us, his expression burning. But then, without a word, he’s there too, his lips crashing against mine, hot and urgent, as though he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as Reid has.
Footsteps enter the room, and I can hear the smile in Clint’s voice as he speaks. “Charlie’s out like a light. So I guess we can keep having fun tonight, right?”
My breath comes fast, uneven, my pulse hammering as I force myself to meet Clint’s eyes. His gaze is absolutely flooded with want.
Something inside me snaps. I swallow hard, heat pooling low in my stomach, my body caught between hesitation and reckless, reckless need.
In two strides, Clint is in front of me, one hand sliding into my hair, tilting my head back. “You want this, Dakota?”
I grin. “Yeah… I think I do.”
The second the words leave my mouth, Clint kisses me… hard, desperate. He’s been holding himself back for too long and can’t do it any longer.
I whimper against him, my fingers fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. Behind me, Reid’s hands slide higher, his breath hot against my skin.
Sawyer chuckles, stepping in beside me. “Oh, tonight is going to be fun.”
The last thread of my restraint unravels, and I let them pull me under. The moment I let go, I feel it… like stepping off a ledge, only to realize there are hands waiting to catch me.
Reid’s fingers are already tracing my collarbone, his lips following in a teasing, tormenting path down to my neck.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Reid murmurs, his lips hot against my skin.
He pulls me toward him, his hands sliding down my back, inching lower until he’s gripping my ass, tugging me against him in a way that leaves no doubt about what he wants. And it’s exactly what I want, too.
All of it. Now.
Behind me, Sawyer’s voice is smooth as silk, yet there’s a dangerous edge to it.
“I think you’re forgetting something, sweetheart.” His hands slide down my arms, his touch firm, coaxing. “You’re not just here for them. You’re here for me, too.”
I freeze, a shiver running down my spine. His words are a dark invitation, pulling me deeper into this web they’ve spun. Every inch of my body is on edge, but there’s no escaping it now. I can’t back away.
Clint’s lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He growls, a sound so primal it makes my knees weak.
“You belong to us now, Dakota,” he says. “And I’ll take my time with you. All of you.”
Reid’s fingers slide up my thighs, his touch powerful and overwhelming. He’s savoring this.
I want to beg him to hurry, but when his hand slides under my jeans and panties, tugging them down just enough to expose my bare skin, I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips.
“Do you want me, Dakota?” Reid asks. His finger slides between my folds, teasing, circling, making me gasp again. “You are so fucking wet for us.”
I can’t answer. I can’t do anything but react. My body moves on its own, grinding against him, my hands pulling at Clint’s shirt as he dips lower, his tongue flicking against my skin.
He’s leaving bruises, marks, claiming me in the only way he knows how.
I’m barely aware of the fact that I’ve stripped myself of every last piece of clothing until Reid’s fingers slip between my legs again, sliding inside me with a force that has me gasping.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, pushing deeper, and my back arches as my body responds to his command. “You always feel so freaking good.”
Behind me, Sawyer’s hands are all over me, roaming, exploring, and I can feel him pressing against my back, his cock hard and ready, just waiting.
I’m a mess. Sweat slicking my skin, breath coming in ragged gasps, my body caught between them, consumed by the need.
And yet, it’s not enough. I need more. I need all of it. All of them.
Clint’s fingers tangle in my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss, to give more, to take more. Reid’s hands are firm, holding me still as he presses closer, his lips trailing heat down my neck, over my shoulder.
“Relax, Dakota,” Sawyer murmurs, his lips grazing against the shell of my ear. “We’ve got you.”
A shiver runs through me, my knees going weak, but their hands are there, keeping me anchored as they surround me. The three of them, all present, all focused, making sure I stay exactly where they want me.
I stumble back a little, falling onto the couch before I even know what’s going on. My eyes rise up to the men as they strip down for me, showing me their gorgeously delicious bodies.
Clint, with his broad shoulders and muscular frame, exudes quiet strength, his presence almost overwhelming. Sawyer, slim but with defined muscles that speak of hours spent in the sun and wind, has a playful energy about him that makes my pulse race.
And Reid… his intensity is in his gaze, the sharp lines of his body like he’s carved from stone, but there’s a warmth to him that’s fire against my skin.
I can’t look away, my heart thundering in my chest as they stand before me, their eyes never leaving mine. It’s a silent promise, something unspoken but understood in the way they move closer.
They’re not rushing, not forcing anything. They’re waiting for me.