Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Heath
I wake up at the crack of dawn, my arms empty and my whole body restless. I check on Emily. She’s fast asleep, her covers thrown off and her legs akimbo.
The urge to kiss her awake, my head between those thighs, is almost overwhelming.
But she needs to make the next move. Last night was a free pass for all of us.
There was no way Wyatt wasn’t going to get a taste of her, and wild horses couldn’t have kept me away from sharing that first step with them.
But going any further? It needs to be her choice, made after enough time to have second thoughts and give them fair weight.
Instead of crawling into her bed, I force myself through a punishing workout and a cold shower, then set about making breakfast.
I have pancake batter prepared and sausages on the griddle when Emily wanders into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes, her hair twisted up into two buns on either side of her head.
She’s pulled on socks, but otherwise is wearing what I tucked her into bed in. Those little shorts and that super soft T-shirt.
And a shy but determined look on her face. “I still want this,” she whispers, her voice shaking.
That hits me square in the chest, and I pull her in close. “Good girl,” I say, my voice rasping. “I’m so fucking glad.”
I haul her up and set her on the counter. She wraps her arms around my neck and her thighs around my waist, clinging to me as I wedge myself against her.
And then I give her a proper good-morning kiss.
A teasing hello, a lingering play of lips and tongues, then a deeper, serious exploration of how fucking good she tastes. And finally, smiles and laughter. Her breath hitches at the end, and I chase her mouth once more, needing another sweet hit.
Holding her in my arms like this unlocks something inside me, something dangerously close to what I’ve always craved and known was impossible. A sweet girl of my own, a little miss to take care of.
I’m not sure I can even name it as a real thing—or if I want to even try. Not yet. Because she’s not mine; that’s not possible. Not exclusively.
Ours.
Is that even possible? And what would Wyatt do if I wanted her to call me Daddy?
What would Emily say?
Questions best punted down the line.
“Good morning,” I murmur as I try to regain my equilibrium. “How’d you sleep?”
“So well.” She bites her lip, her gaze dropping to my mouth.
Fuck it. Equilibrium is overrated.
I dive in again, just as hungry as she is for more. I bite at her lower lip, a nip that she returns then soothes with a gentle lick. Our little miss is a natural.
That’s how Wyatt finds us. When we finally notice him, he’s got a matching hunger in his own eyes, so I step out of the way, pulling him in. Showing him that she’s his first, and I’ll never stand in his way.
He gives me a look that’s hard to read, then Emily grabs the front of his shirt and hauls him in close. “Good morning, my sex buddy.”
He laughs and groans at the same time, then dives into her mouth.
When they’re finished—for now—I urge them to eat something while we debate the merits of going hiking.
“If we stayed here,” Emily says boldly, her eyes twinkling, “we could fool around. Work our way through some of those lessons on the way to bang town.”
Wyatt points his fork at me. “She makes an excellent point.”
“Lesson number…” I’ve forgotten how many we covered last night. “Let’s call this lesson number six. Anticipation is foreplay. So is getting to know one another better. And fresh air builds up a good appetite.”
“That sounds like three lessons. Six, seven, eight. We’re getting closer, Wyatt.” Emily winks at him. “Eat up. You’re going to need your energy.”
“That sounds like a threat.” And not one he minds in the slightest.
After breakfast, Emily scampers off to her room to put on hiking-appropriate clothes. When she comes back, she’s got on the right footwear, solid hiking boots, as well as a lightweight but long-sleeved shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that are perfectly suitable.
All I see is the easy-to-access zip fly and the short leg holes that flare around the tops of her thighs. So many possibilities for touching and teasing her. Lessons nine and ten, maybe, if the path is private enough.
An hour later, and the long stretch of bare leg between the hem of her short shorts and the top of her hiking boots is driving me to distraction.
Emily took my instruction to heart and led us up a path right out the back of the cabin, promising it as a popular hike and a vigorous challenge.
Keeping my hands off her is proving to be a vigorous challenge, too.
Those legs.
Tanned thighs I ordered her to spread for us last night. Strong, lithe legs that flexed and pushed, then went soft and boneless after she came on Wyatt’s face.
Legs she wrapped around me this morning. Thighs I want to spend the rest of the weekend between.
After we stop at a wild flower meadow and start climbing again, she spins around and catches me looking at her ass. She winks and tugs her shirt up, flashing me her bare tits.
I trip and just barely catch myself before I face-plant in the dirt.
“What the…?” Wyatt turns from his spot in the lead, and Emily giggles, turning back to face him—shirt still rucked up. He growls and comes charging back down the path, catching her around the waist.
I collide with them both as she winds her arms around his neck, and she twists, giving me her mouth as he covers her tits with his hands.
“No bra, Emily?”
“Oops, I forgot.” She bats her eyes at me.
“What if you ran across some dangerous men while hiking?”
“Horny men,” Wyatt adds. “Who will take one look at you and do anything to be inside you.”
She shrugs. “Haven’t met any of those men yet. Only you two.”
Wyatt growls and drops his mouth on her neck, kissing or biting or both, maybe. She shrieks and pulls him closer, giggling as he roughly shows her just how much he wants her.
I brush my lips against her ear. “Is your patience running low, little miss?”
She rubs her ass against my erection. “I thought I could wait…”
I reach around her and deftly unbutton her shorts. “But you need to come?”
“Please,” she pants as I slide my fingers into her panties, finding her slick. Her clit is hard, throbbing against my fingertips.
Wyatt lifts his head long enough to shoot me a warning look. Not on the trail.
But we haven’t passed a single soul, and I can’t stop touching her, not until she’s found her release.
“Wyatt’s going to keep an eye out,” I murmur to her.
“Make sure nobody sees you riding my hand. Such a dirty girl, letting me touch you in the middle of the trail. A good girl, too, because you know I’ve wanted your scent on my skin.
When you flood my fingers, I’m going to lick them off. ”
She squeals and writhes in my arms as I keep stroking her, my dirty words and capable fingers working in tandem.
“Should I give Wyatt a taste too? Or should we make him wait until we get back to the cabin?”
“No waiting,” she pants. “For anyone. I want you to come too.”
“Do you?” Fuck, she’s so perfect. “If you come for me, then you could help us out.”
“Ah!”
“That’s it. Fuck my hand, little miss. Show me how much you want to suck Wyatt off as I feed him your sticky juices.”
Wyatt groans, grabbing her hips. My hand is pressed between them now, his cock a heavy brand against her belly I can also feel against my forearm.
My erection is just as hard behind her.
“Lift her up,” I bark at Wyatt. “Grind your cock against her untouched hole.”
She cries out as he pulls her up his body. I keep circling her clit with my fingers, and then she’s there, her clit throbbing in long, pulsing beats against my hand.
“You’re such a good girl,” Wyatt croons in her ear as he hugs her tight.
I slip my hand out of her shorts. Her scent is devastatingly perfect, and my mouth is watering, but Wyatt’s gaze is locked on my fingers.
Fuck. I feed him the first taste, as promised in the swirl of lust. His tongue shoves against my hand, hungry and uncaring if this is unusual.
It’s fucking hot. That’s all that matters.
After he pulls away to kiss her, I lick my other fingers, letting the scent of her imprint on my brain. Her scent and his hot, branding lick. If I get my hand on my cock, it won’t take more than a stroke or two to get off.
But I don’t want to do it myself. I glance around, then hook my hand around Wyatt’s upper arm and drag him—carrying her—off the trail and behind a fallen tree.
“Our turn, baby girl,” Wyatt says, setting her down.
Emily drops to a bouncing squat in front of us, her attention laser-focused on getting our cocks out. Biting her lower lip, she furrows her brow in concentration as she pulls at Wyatt’s zipper with one hand, the other grabbing at my belt.
We help her, and then both of our cocks are free. She has her hands on them immediately, then her mouth. Glancing licks at first, then more confident bobs deeper into the warm, wet pull of her lips. Back and forth she goes, never letting go of us, and with each slurp, she pulls us closer together.
Wyatt clamps his hand on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around his waist, bracing against each other as her sweet little uncoordinated pulls do their magic.
The only thing hotter than seeing her little fingers wrapped around my surging dick is the competing sounds they both make every time her mouth pops off his cock.
He groans in desperation and she moans happily, and my balls pull a little tighter each time.
Topping that is the gasp of delight she makes when the final sliver of air between our bodies disappears. Wyatt twists toward me, and our cocks slide against each other, bumping into her lips, trying to force their way into her mouth together.
“Take us both,” I growl, an impossible ask.
“Lick your tongue between us,” Wyatt pants. “Can we come like this, Emily? Will you let us?”
Like there’s any stopping the churn of my seed. “You can pull back,” I tell her, stroking her cheek.
She shakes her head, her eyes wide as she licks her lips and pulls our crowns together again, rubbing them against her tongue.
Wyatt groans and pumps his hips, his dick thrusting past mine to pulse the first spurt of his come down her throat, then he rocks back.
The sight of his seed on her tongue makes every cell in my body tingle, and the corners of my vision go black.
With a shout, I follow him, my balls contracting, the base of my cock pulsing too.
My release paints her mouth, the head of his cock, and then overflows, dripping onto her chin and the ground below us.
Emily beams up at me before swiping her tongue and swallowing as much as she can.
“Look at you,” I say as I catch her face in my hands, not caring that my cock is still out, still throbbing. “Such a fucking good girl for us. Taking everything we had.”
Wyatt smooths his thumb over her chin, and I help on the other side. Cleaning up our little miss.
Then she rises on shaking legs, and Wyatt helps her do up her shorts. I tuck my cock away and drag her up against the front of my body. Wyatt, too, in for a group hug.
My heart pounds in my chest.
Holy fuck.
What was that?
And how soon until we can do it again?