Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Wyatt
We don’t hike much farther after that unplanned addition to our day’s itinerary. Emily suggests we climb a few more minutes to the crater lake that was our original destination, but instead of hiking all the way around it, we simply sprawl out on a wide viewing dock.
Emily puts her head on my abs, and Heath pulls her legs over his lap.
From above, we’d make a letter H, and I wish I had a drone with me to capture the image.
It’ll have to be enough to snap a point-of-view shot on my phone, a photo where my hand is holding one of Emily’s and her other hand is tangled up in Heath’s fingers.
The same fingers he fed me her taste with.
Fuck, my cock throbs at the brand-new spank-bank memory. Right up there with shooting down her throat together. I went first, then Heath. His jizz had spilled all over me, too.
And now I just have a raging erection. Good thing Emily is looking toward my face and not the other way.
Or what? She’d figure out that you’re an absolute horndog? That cat might be out of the bag.
I replay the blow job in my head, a lazy smile pulling at the corners of my mouth as I remember my big hands pawing helplessly at her head as my whole body throbbed for her, ready from the first swipe of her tongue.
I wanted to press her down and pull her off at the same time.
I needed to come so hard, but there was something else blaring in my head.
Not like this, I’d thought for a second.
Some misguided idea that the first time I came in her, it should be in her pussy.
Inside her body, but not like that. Except yes, like that, because flooding her hungry little mouth?
Fucking perfect.
“Wyatt, bud, are you having an erotic daydream over there?”
I blink my eyes open and find Heath having a good laugh at my expense. At my erection straining the limits of my fly.
Emily rolls over and covers it with her hand. “Do you need another blow job?”
I drop my hand on top of hers and squeeze. “I’m not going to say no, but—”
“No.” Heath shakes his head forcefully. “Not here. There’s a cabin just over there.”
“Who made you the boss of us?” Emily teases. She gives my cock a squeeze, then flips around so she can crawl on top of Heath. “We need to behave in public? That’s the rule?”
“Jesus, Emily.” He gives her a tortured look.
Because he would very much like to be the boss of her.
And in that moment, I see it. I’ve never had a problem with what turns Heath on, but until right now, I didn’t really understand his particular kink. In the same way he never really understood me wanting to wait until I fell in love with someone to bang them endlessly.
We all want what we want, and as long as we don’t cross any lines in the pursuit of it, it’s all good.
But now, with our little miss biting her lip and pretending not to grind her hips, and him being absolutely tangled up in his feelings about wanting to either punish her or make her scream or both, I can see it.
Heath as Emily’s informal teacher, her patient caregiver, her secret Daddy.
It makes my cock throb in a new way. “You should listen to him,” I say, my words thick with lust. “Or maybe he’ll take you over his knee.”
“Ooh,” Emily says, giggling. “Am I being that naughty?”
Heath squeezes her ass in his hands, getting in a good grope before he lifts her off. Then he stands up. “You’re not naughty,” he says tenderly, helping her to stand. “But I will spank you if it makes you feel good. It might make you feel…secure.”
Her eyes light up as she glances back to me. “How about you, Wyatt? You want to paddle my bottom?”
I clamber to my feet and join them. “Not me, little miss. But if you need something to make you feel better after, my tongue is always available.”
She grins at me. “Speaking of tongues…We should discuss a few things before we go any further, right? Like, I know this is casual fun, no biggie, but it’s also my first time.”
“It’s not casual—” I start to protest, but Heath shoots me a look to shut up.
He wraps his thick arm around her shoulders. “Talking is always good. What do you want to know?”
“Well, I take the birth control pill every morning,” she says with a little smile. “Started it a few months ago, just in case. Felt like it was time. So that’s covered, but have you both recently been tested?”
“That’s a non-issue for Wyatt, since it’ll be his first time, too. But I got tested twice last year. And since then, it’s just been me, my hand, and fantasies of you learning all the ways to make my cock hard.”
“Fantasies of me?”
“Bent over your desk, showing me your pink slit. Climbing up my body to sit on my face. With your wet little tongue—”
“Okay,” she breathes. “I’ve got the picture.”
Something shifts after that teasing conversation.
On the walk back to the cabin, Emily has a new, curious adoration thing going on with Heath.
She’s hanging on his every word, giving him her rapt attention as he lays out a plan for the afternoon.
A soak in the hot tub, then a trip to the farmers market.
He gives her a detailed rundown of all the food options we have for dinner, which is frankly not nearly as interesting as skipping dinner and eating her instead, but I’m just a twenty-nine-year-old virgin who has finally gotten the green light to fuck his secret obsession, so I’m biased.
Then he says she might need a nap after shopping. “You can nap with Wyatt while I make dinner.”
That’s not subtle at all, but I’m not going to argue with him.
I’d love some alone time with her, but I’m pretty sure that, for Emily, we’re a package deal. She likes me a lot, but she likes Heath just as much.
And every time he tries to push her in my direction, she gets a hurt little look on her face.
Maybe because she’s meant to be a Daddy’s girl, through and through. It’s an intoxicating idea.
And there’s my cock again, so hard and ready it’s dripping against my leg. Because there’s no jealousy, only arousal, only an aching pulse to dig deeper into what this could be.
Our girl.
I don’t want to scare her off, but I’m all in. I fell for Emily months ago, and I’ve lived with the knowledge that Heath loves her too. I’ve had time to sit with that—and his secret fantasies, as well.
They don’t turn me off.
Nothing about Emily turns me off. If she’s into it, I’m into it. Watching her climb all over him and be precocious? I want to see that naked. I want to see that at the end of the evening, when she’s teased him all day and he’s pushed to a limit and flips her over and pins her down.
But only if she wants it too. I feel like we have a window of opportunity here, while we’re in Virgin Peak, that might close if we don’t put all our cards on the table.
Heath is more relaxed up here. Like he thinks that what happens in Virgin Peak, stays in Virgin Peak. It won’t, though. I’m not letting her go, and she isn’t going to let him go, and so we’re going to have to figure out a way to keep this going back in Conception Ridge.
Which means being honest with her now, rather than later. I have everything I’ve ever wanted. I think Emily does too. We’ll make sure she does.
So that leaves Heath.
Can we trust Emily with his secret too?