Chapter 8
Holding Period
Wyatt
Sara yawns as I towel her off. She almost fell asleep in the bathtub, but I roused her enough to get out. I put my shirt back on her and button it slowly. It’s almost like meditation. In the bedroom, she sits on the edge of the bed while I go to the dresser and pull on some boxers.
Fuck, I could get used to her undressed in my clothes.
“I could still make you come.” She yawns with her whole body but eyes my cock with interest. The offer is tempting, just like she is, but that’s not something I want to push.
Approaching her, I just chuckle and press her back onto the bed. I crawl in with her and pull her to the center with me. Sighing, she curls into me and her eyes shut.
“Not right now, trouble.” I brush her hair off her face and draw her into my arms.
She yawns again before giving a little shiver against me. It doesn’t take long before her soft snores fill my room.
This isn’t something I’ve done with previous lovers, but none of them were Sara. I hold her close, knowing this is a limited-time deal. Whether Tom comes back or something else explodes in our lives, we can’t stay together. The secrets I keep couldn’t withstand the scrutiny of society.
Not many suspect it. My friends and some of the people involved. Most don’t blame me, but some do. The other secret could ruin me and Tom knows it. I couldn’t bring that down on Sara. I brush my lips against her forehead and she burrows into me.
It’s hard to believe everything I ever wanted is here in my arms. If our lives weren’t so complicated, it would be easy to hold on to her. To keep her. I tuck her head under my chin and blow out my breath.
One day at a time. Thankfully today is a holiday. I still have work to do, but I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
I’ll keep Sara as long as I can. As long as no one else suspects we’re together, she can be mine.
Finn
It’s over an hour before they emerge. Sara wears one of Wyatt’s dress shirts, which engulfs her petite body. She yawns, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. When I reach out for her, she glances at Wyatt before coming over to me.
“I should go put on some panties.” She gestures toward her room while Wyatt walks into the kitchen.
“If it makes you feel better, I’m not wearing boxers.” I grab her hand and pull her down across my lap, careful of her butt. Even after a soaking bath, her skin will ache. Wyatt loves to make an ass red.
She settles onto the couch with her legs over me and tugs the shirt hem down to hide.
“Don’t be ashamed, flower. You have a beautiful body. You should share it with all of us.” I tap my finger against her nose. I’m tempted to unbutton the shirt and lay her out naked. But there’s plenty of time for that.
She smirks. “I already did.”
I chuckle and rub my hand over her thigh. She turns her head to the TV. I have the game on but it’s muted. It’s not nearly as entertaining as she is.
“Where are Peabody and Dante?”
A soft jingling sound precedes Peabody jumping up on the couch and onto Sara to lick her face. She giggles and ruffles his fur.
“Peabody, sit.” Dante’s voice makes Peabody sit, even if his butt wiggles while he does it.
Sara rubs Peabody’s ears. “Are you sure it’s okay he’s here?”
She glances at Wyatt, who leans against the counter drinking some coffee.
“Wyatt and Peabody should be able to settle their differences.” I cup her cheek and then turn to look at Wyatt. “Isn’t that right, Wyatt? You going to let a little dog keep you away from your girl?”
Wyatt arches an eyebrow. But fuck, what else am I supposed to call Sara?
She’s our girl. We’ve all fucked her until she came.
Last night was almost a ritual where it didn’t matter whose cum I sank my dick into as long as my dick was in Sara.
If that doesn’t make her special, I don’t know what would.
“Peabody doesn’t like me.” Wyatt takes a sip of his coffee as he eyes the little dog currently burying himself in Sara’s lap. I was hoping to slide my hand up there, but now Peabody is in the way.
“Because you’re a dick to him.” Dante settles on the couch behind Sara and she leans against him. She sighs softly as she pets Peabody.
I like this part where Sara is relaxed on me and Dante while Wyatt glares from the kitchen. It feels natural and right. Like this is the way it always should have been. Tom never would have accepted it.
Honestly, I never considered Sara an option. Tom laid down the law, making her off-limits. Wyatt began to ignore her attempts at getting his attention. Dante steered her clear of Wyatt.
Every flirtation I gave her was met with a little snark back or she dismissed it. Sara’s focus was all on Wyatt. And while that heat flared in her eyes for me, she never acted on it. Besides, I couldn’t fuck around with Tom’s sister and Wyatt’s girl.
She couldn’t just be a one-off to me. Even when I was eating her out on the dining room table, I knew it meant more than just getting her off. It was a line. A line no one else was willing to cross.
But fuck was it worth it.
I lift my gaze to hers, and she raises an eyebrow at me as she strokes Peabody’s fur.
“I have an idea, Wyatt,” I call out.
Sara looks at me quizzically.
“What?” Wyatt asks with suspicion in his tone.
“Why don’t you give Peabody a treat? He likes treats. And then he’ll associate you with something better than being a piece of meat to tear into.” I smirk at Sara.
As soon as Peabody hears the word treat, he hops down and barks at Dante’s feet.
“Don’t look at me.” Dante shakes his head. “Wyatt’s the one who will give you one.”
Grumbling fills the kitchen as Wyatt searches the cabinets for the doggie treats. When he finds the bag and it crinkles, Peabody’s ears perk up and he trots toward it.
All three of us turn to watch as Peabody looks at Wyatt like he’s holding the treats for ransom. Wyatt sighs and opens the bag.
“Do you want a treat?” His tone is completely flat, like it’s degrading for him to have to do this.
Peabody barks but comes forward a little to sniff the air.
“Do you think he’ll bite him?” Dante asks Sara softly.
“Maybe,” Sara whispers.
“That’s not helpful.” Wyatt pulls a treat out and squats.
“Fuck, man, he might go for your balls.” I chuckle as Wyatt flinches.
But he holds out the treat like a champ and wiggles it. “What do you say, furball? Am I worth a treat?”
Peabody lets out a doggie huff before snatching the treat out of Wyatt’s hand. He trots off to his little bed next to the TV and gives Wyatt the side-eye as he chews on it.
Wyatt stands and brushes his hands off on the kitchen towel.
“Far less entertaining than I was hoping,” I admit with a smile.
“Fuck off.” Wyatt puts the treat bag away.
I turn to Sara and tug her legs, so she slides toward me.
“Wha—?” She cuts off as I slip my finger under her shirt and over her bare pussy, teasing her hot flesh. Her cheeks flush.
“I didn’t really know if that would work, but it got Peabody off your lap.” I wiggle my eyebrows and spread her legs. Her pussy glistens with her wetness. “I want to play with you, flower.”
Dante scoots back so she lies flat on the couch. I push her leg off the edge, opening her up to me. Almost, but not quite. I grab a pillow from behind me and slip it under her hips.
“Finn.” Her tone is a little chastising but interested in the same breath.
I sink my finger into her pussy and watch her face for any sign of discomfort. Her lips part on a soft moan.
“I’ve never had twenty-four seven access to a pussy before, flower.” I sink a second finger in with the first. Still no shifting away or flinching, good. “I mean I’ve had offers, but none as sweet as yours.”
Dante’s hand slides down her neck to her buttons. I curl my fingers in a come-hither motion and she arches with a pleased sigh.
“You can tell me to stop, flower.”
Her pale green eyes meet mine and she smirks. “Do your worst, pretty boy.”
I chuckle as I lower my mouth to her pussy before licking from my fingers to her clit. Wyatt pushed her hard and fast earlier. I like to take my time. And I’ve got all the time in the world today for my girl.