Chapter 17 #2
When she takes him into her mouth, a growl tears from somewhere deep in his throat. His hand tightens in her hair, fingers curling into the silver strands, and Emily hums around him.
I watch her for a moment, her head moving in a steady rhythm, Jared’s cock sliding past her lips, and the sight of Emily Wilson on her knees between Jared’s thighs, powerful and yielding at once, sends heat curling through my stomach.
My own arousal becomes urgent, my dick straining beneath my zipper, and I shift back just enough to push my khakis down my hips.
I position myself behind her, one hand spread across her back, holding her steady, and the other slipping between her legs.
Heat and wetness meet my fingers, and when I ease two inside her, she groans around Jared’s cock.
The vibration causes Jared’s grip to tighten, his hips jerking upward, and Emily takes him deeper in answer.
My fingers work her open with slow circles, then deeper, crooking to find the spot where her muscles clench.
She rocks backward into my hand, her rhythm faltering around Jared, and when I add a third finger, stretching her carefully, a muffled sound escapes her, unmistakable desire edged with frustration.
“Leif.” My name from her lips comes out rough.
As I withdraw my fingers, her body grips, trying to hold them, and the loss draws a whine from her throat that she buries by diving back down Jared’s cock.
I line myself up, one hand on her hip to steady her, and push into her wet heat in one slow, steady thrust that has us both gasping.
Her hot inner walls clench around me with a grip that threatens my composure before I’ve even started, and my forehead drops to the back of her shoulder as I fight for control, overwhelmed by the simple, devastating sensation of being inside her again.
The first time since our fight. The first time since everything broke and started rebuilding, piece by careful piece, and now here we are, locked together, her body accepting me like I never left.
Emily pushes back in a clear demand, and her hand reaches behind, finds my thigh, and pulls.
I give in to her demands, fingers digging into the muscle at her hips as I pull back before driving forward again, deeper this time.
She takes it with a moan that vibrates through Jared, and then we’re moving, finding a rhythm that works for all of us.
My pace sets the tempo with steady, deep strokes that have Emily rocking forward onto Jared’s cock, then back onto mine, over and over.
Jared’s eyes darken as they follow the flush spreading across her cheeks, the parted lips around his cock, and the way her eyelids flutter when I hit the right angle.
They linger on my hands at her hips, too, and the sight of Emily between us, taking us both, her body the axis we revolve around.
Satisfaction purrs out of him, the vibration resonating through all three of us.
It pushes him faster than he expected, tension building through his thighs as he fights his release, his breath coming in shorter bursts.
“Em,” he groans, rough in warning. “I’m close.”
She takes him deeper, her throat working around him, and Jared grips the cushion as he fights to make it last.
Emily’s own release nears, her inner walls tightening and releasing in quick, involuntary pulses.
Then the clench, harder, rhythmic, matching my strokes, and I drive deeper, my breath ragged puffs across her spine as my dick swells, opening to her.
Emily’s rhythm around Jared falters, her hips pushing back to take me deeper, and she lets out a desperate sound.
“Leif.” My name again, broken this time.
I grip her hips and thrust in deep as her lock swells, her body clamping down around my base, inner muscles pulsing in rhythm to keep me open as her release coats my shaft.
I groan into her shoulder, my teeth finding the muscle there, and come in long, pulsing waves that she holds me through, her inner walls milking every drop.
Jared comes at the same time, his hand tangled in her hair, gripping the knot at the base of his cock to stop himself from going too deep into her mouth.
We shudder together, Emily’s body trembles between us, aftershocks moving through her in visible waves, and I rest my forehead against the back of her neck and breathe.
Her scent is overwhelming now, crushed clover and sex and the particular musk of release, and underneath it all, the warm flannel note that means home.
Gradually, we rearrange ourselves. Emily slides off Jared, and I ease out of her as her lock subsides, both of us wincing at the separation.
Nobody speaks as Jared pulls her against his chest, his arm draping across her waist, and I cuddle up to her side, my hand finding her hip, thumb tracing idle circles on her warm skin.
The throw pillows now lie on the floor, but no one bends to pick them up.
I tug my khakis back into place so they’re no longer around my thighs, but don’t bother to button them.
Jared reaches behind the couch and pulls the blanket down, dropping it over us, covering Emily’s bare shoulders, tucking it around my hips, cocooning the three of us together.
The movie is still paused, but nobody moves to turn it back on.
I kiss Emily’s shoulder, and her hand finds mine under the blanket, threading our fingers together.
Jared’s breathing evens out, his purr a contented rumble, and my own eyelids grow heavy. Emily’s body has gone completely loose between us, every trace of the rigid Alpha who scrubbed a clean pan like it could keep the world together melted away.
When her head drops onto Jared’s shoulder, his arm tightens around her, and her hand tightens around mine.
We’re still lying there, tangled together, when the television turns itself off.