Chapter Six
Sabrina felt alive in a way she was pretty sure she never had before, and she knew this was a mistake of massive proportions.
She was still going to make it.
She was sitting on the lap of one of the two hottest men she’d ever met, and he kissed like a dream. Wyatt’s tongue stroked hers even as his hands did the same, finding her curves and leaving a trail of arousal everywhere he went.
“I’m going to get things ready,” the other hottest man she’d ever met said. Sawyer was standing over them, and he’d gotten rid of his shirt. His muscular chest was on display, and it made Sabrina want to run her hands all over him. He smiled down at her as though he could see her desires on her face. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, a sweet gesture that felt completely contradictory to his normal taciturn nature.
Her heart softened, and this was why it was such a bad idea.
She was pretty sure her sister was right and she would be emotionally involved with them by the end of the weekend, and Sawyer had made himself plain.
“Come on, Bella,” Sawyer said, and she realized the dog had been sitting there watching them.
Wyatt brought her attention back to him. “He’ll feed her and put her in her crate for the night. Tell me how you like it.”
It. Sex. He was talking about sex. Well, of course he was since she was naked in his arms. Completely naked. While there was a storm outside, it was warm in here, the fire’s heat caressing her skin, though it was the fire they’d stoked inside her really heating her up.
One weekend. It was all she would have with them, so she was going for broke. “I don’t know, Wyatt. I’m going to be honest. I haven’t had a ton of sex. I’ve only dated a couple of guys, and it wasn’t anything to write home about. I’ve already felt more intimate with you than I did any of them.”
A brilliant smile crossed his face. The man could light up a room when he wanted to. “It’s because I talk a lot. Sawyer’s going to say I talk too much, but it’s good to talk during sex. How will I know if you like something or want to try something if you don’t tell me?”
“I think I might like to try the spanking thing,” she admitted. The minute the word spanking had rolled out of his mouth, she’d felt her whole body tighten with anticipation. She’d read about it in romance novels and had always wanted to ask Elisa if she’d tried it.
But she hadn’t.
“We can try anything you want,” he promised.
“As long as you’re in control.” She said the words more as a reminder than an admonition, but she saw a little hurt go through him. “I like you being in control, Wyatt. I think that might have been the problem before. No one was in control. I don’t know what I like because so far, outside of this evening, I would have told you I don’t really like sex at all. Now I think I wasn’t with men who took it seriously.”
“I’ll tell you what I like.” Wyatt’s hand came up and cupped her breast. “I like spending whole evenings like this. You naked and sitting on my lap while we watch a movie or talk. If you’re cold, we’ll wrap you in a blanket, but my hands will be on you. I’ll kiss you every now and then and play with your nipples and rub your clit to remind you how this ends. With me inside you.”
The man knew how to talk. She definitely would have said talking about sex would be awkward and it would be better to simply do it, but he was making her reconsider everything. She could feel the swell of his erection against her ass. “How will you…take me together? At the same time.”
His fingers started playing with her nipples, exactly as he’d promised. Fire seemed to lick through her, making her squirm. “Yes, we’ll take you at the same time, but, baby, we’ve got to work our way up. I don’t know if it happens this weekend. I don’t suppose you’ve had a bunch of anal sex.”
And there it was. Yup. She was talking about butt stuff. “Never.”
“Does it scare you?”
“A little, but I think I’m ready to try scary things. Especially since I happen to know a couple of women who tell me it’s amazing.” Her sister didn’t really tell her. She simply walked around with a smile on her face all the time, glowing in a way she never had before.
“We’ll get you ready.” Wyatt’s eyes were on her mouth. “I think I’d like you to get me ready now. Take my shirt off, Sabrina.”
He released her, allowing her to slide off his lap. She leaned over, realizing how close the position put her breasts to his mouth. She slowly unbuttoned the flannel shirt he wore, and every now and then she would feel his lips brush her breasts, tongue flicking out to stroke a nipple. Sabrina groaned but kept up the task she’d been assigned. And realized he was wearing layers. This would have been infinitely easier in the summertime.
But then she wouldn’t be stuck here with them.
He held his hands up when it was time to drag the T-shirt over his head.
And she got her first look at his chest. His muscular, ruined chest.
He winced when she stepped back. “Yeah, I probably should have warned you about that. I had an accident last year. Got hit with a blowtorch. It’s fine now. I can keep the shirt on if you want. I know it’s…”
Oh, she wasn’t playing with this man. “Don’t you say it. If I can’t say it, you can’t. It’s not ugly. I was just surprised. Blowtorch? How do you accidently get hit with a blowtorch?”
“Maybe it wasn’t so much of an accident. I don’t want to talk about the past tonight,” Wyatt said with a weary sigh.
She didn’t want to pull him down into a place she understood well. Regret. Pain. The wish things had gone differently.
“Unless it bothers you,” Wyatt offered.
“Do I get to spank you?”
His lips split in a brilliant smile, and he reached out, pulling her back down into his arms. “Like I said I’ve got some boundaries that might not feel entirely fair, so how about we find another way I pay for my sins.”
He flipped her so she was flat on her back and he was between her legs, denim rubbing against her pink parts. Then he was moving along her body, his eyes on her as he pushed himself down. He moved until his mouth was right above her pelvis, hovering above her pussy.
Her heart rate ticked up, whole body going tight with anticipation. Was he going to?
Yes. He was definitely going to.
“How about if I get insecure and start saying bad shit about myself, I owe you,” Wyatt offered. “I owe you this.”
Heat poured through her veins as Wyatt licked her clitoris. He parted her labia and ran his tongue along her most tender flesh. Her head fell back on one of the pillows as he ate her pussy like a starving man.
“Now that is a pretty sight,” a deep voice said.
She opened her eyes and Sawyer was standing beside them, watching Wyatt work her pussy.
“I bet you taste like heaven, Teach,” Sawyer said, pulling at the buckle of his belt.
Desire overwhelmed her. She was a woman used to living in her head, used to allowing all the worries of daily life to invade on every moment of her existence.
She couldn’t think of a single reason why this wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had. Not one. Actually, she couldn’t get her brain to form a single thought except one.
More.
Wyatt licked her pussy in long strokes before sending his tongue deep inside, spearing her the way his cock eventually would.
“Give me your hand,” Sawyer ordered.
Without thought she lifted her right hand toward him as Wyatt continued to fuck her with his tongue. She glanced at Sawyer and gasped because he’d chucked his jeans and stood there totally naked, every inch of him muscled and perfect. His cock stood at attention, thrust up from a nest of neat dark hair, and he brought her hand to it.
“He’s going to be on you in a heartbeat once he wrings an orgasm out of you. He won’t even wait until we’re in bed,” Sawyer explained. “So I have to get what I can. Stroke me.”
She wrapped her hand around his big cock, loving the feel of soft flesh covering hard muscle. Sawyer’s hand covered hers, directing her.
Sabrina rode the wave, letting Wyatt pull her one way while Sawyer pushed her another. Somehow it wasn’t chaotic. Somehow they managed to find a beautiful rhythm, matching each other and making it all run smoothly.
“You feel so fucking good,” Sawyer muttered, his hand tightening around hers as he picked up the pace.
“You taste so fucking good.” She heard Wyatt’s words rumble against her pussy and then he sucked her clit between his lips, and she knew she was done for.
She felt Sawyer’s cock swell in her hands as the orgasm overtook her.
Nope. She’d never had one before. Not a real one. She’d had little pleasures, mostly given by her own hands, but this was something so different. This encased her and shoved the rest of the world out, blanketing her in pleasure as surely as the snow outside covered the world.
Sawyer groaned, and she felt the warmth of his release cover her fingers as she pumped his cock.
Wyatt rose from her pussy, getting to his knees and shoving his jeans down, releasing his own cock.
He was so beautiful. Every bit as masculine as Sawyer, but in a unique way. Lean muscle to Sawyer’s linebacker presence. His cock was long and hard in his hand as he stared down at Sabrina, her arousal still on his lips.
Sawyer released her hand and reached to the table, grabbing something he tossed Wyatt’s way. “Thought you would need that.”
Condom. She watched as Wyatt tore open the package and with shaking hands rolled the condom over his cock.
Sawyer sank down on the couch across from them, not bothering to put his clothes back on.
Her whole body felt liquid as Wyatt spread her legs and settled between them. His face was a mask of desire as he leaned down and kissed her.
He wanted her. So did Sawyer. It wouldn’t last but it didn’t matter. She had this moment. This weekend. She could remember it forever and remember how for a brief moment she was everything she wanted to be.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt his cock press against her. Sawyer being in the room made it perfect. He was sitting there watching them, no jealousy at all in his expression. When she looked over at him, he winked her way, his hand stroking his cock again.
He was waiting for his turn.
She wasn’t this woman. She wasn’t the kind of woman who could handle two men. Except she was. This weekend she was. She could go back to being Ms. Leal when the snow melted, but for now she was dedicated to simply being theirs.
She gasped as he pressed himself inside. His hands held her tight as though he was afraid of losing her. She could have told him she wasn’t going anywhere. She wanted to know. Needed to see this through and take all the memories they could make in this short, stolen period of time.
He kissed her again, focusing her on him and the feel of his cock stretching her. She was so full of him, so surrounded by him, and with Sawyer’s gaze on her she felt like he was with them, too.
Wyatt kissed her over and over, giving her time to adjust. When her hands found his waist, slipping down to cup the cheeks of his ass, he groaned and pulled away slightly.
“You feel so good,” he said against her ear. “So fucking good.”
He pulled out and then thrust back in, and Sabrina couldn’t help but tighten herself around him, wanting him as close as possible. This was the intimacy she’d always craved, this feeling that they weren’t separate at all in this moment. Wyatt moved in and out, his cock rubbing against her sweet spot. She felt her whole body—so loose only moments before—tighten in anticipation. She’d been sure this part would only be for him. She’d known she would take the closeness and affection while they had their pleasure, but she felt desire spark through her again.
Wyatt picked up the pace, and she went careening over the edge, the orgasm catching her off guard and taking her breath away. Wyatt seemed to go wild, his hips thrusting over and over as his cock moved inside her. She tightened her hands on him, riding the wave to a perfection she’d only found once before. Moments ago, with him.
Wyatt fell on top of her, and she loved the feel of his weight. A deep sense of peace invaded her bones as he kissed her neck and ran his nose along her skin. He breathed her in, like he was trying to memorize her scent.
He smelled like sex and pine and the warmth of a fire in the middle of winter.
He smelled like home.
Sabrina shook herself out of the thought. She wasn’t falling into the trap. This was exactly what Sawyer had told her it was. Sex, and it was grand.
She forced the emotion out of her head, concentrating on the needs of her body. She kissed Wyatt and then grinned Sawyer’s way. “So what do you say we take this to the bedroom?”
Sawyer stood. “I say that’s the best idea I’ve heard in years, Teach.”
Wyatt kissed her one more time and then rolled off her. He kind of hit the floor in an ungraceful move because he hadn’t bothered to completely take off his pants. Wyatt laughed, his face young and carefree as he rolled over. “Guess I was too eager. But don’t worry. Next time I’ll do it right, girl.”
He’d done it perfectly, but before she had a chance to tell him, Sawyer moved in and lifted her up into his arms. “You got her dirty. I’m going to clean her up. We’ll see you in bed, partner. How about you bring those brownies in? I get the feeling I’m going to be hungry.”
Wyatt stood suddenly, pulling his jeans up and looking utterly delicious. “My brownies.”
He ran off toward the kitchen.
And Sawyer carried her away.
It was going to be a sweet night.
* * * *
Sawyer was surprised at how much he felt for the woman in his arms. He’d watched her with Wyatt, and something deep inside had clicked. Like someone had turned a switch he hadn’t known previously existed. It scared the fuck out of him, but he wasn’t going to let this night go by without having her.
He had days with her, days and nights before he had to acknowledge the fact that they wouldn’t work in the real world. The real world was snowed in and couldn’t get to them right now, so it could go fuck itself.
He carried her through the cabin he’d grown up in, into the room he’d taken over when his grandfather had passed, and into the bathroom he’d spent a shit ton of money redecorating.
Sabrina’s eyes widened as she took in the surroundings. “This is beautiful.”
He couldn’t help but grin. “Unlike the rest of the place?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He set her on her feet. “I know. This is one of the rooms I spent cash on after I inherited the place.” He moved to the big shower. It dominated the room. Sawyer had hand selected the rock wall and the stone flooring. “This used to be about a quarter the size and had nothing but an old sink, toilet you had to jiggle the handle to get to flush, and a bathtub I’m pretty sure Granddad found at a junkyard. He did his decorative shopping at the junkyard. Come here.”
She stood in the middle of his dream bathroom looking slightly nervous and awkward and still sexy as hell.
“Sabrina, I came all over your hands. The least I can do is wash you up,” he offered. He didn’t worry she was changing her mind. The way she looked at him told him she wasn’t searching for an exit ramp. She simply wasn’t used to walking around naked in a strange man’s house. “Come here.”
He turned on the shower, setting the temperature and the steam levels.
“This is amazing, Sawyer.” She let him lead her inside and breathed in the steam. “Is that…?”
“Lavender,” he replied. “The shower has a couple of scents it releases. I didn’t actually pick them. They came with the package, but I find the eucalyptus is helpful when I have a cold and the lavender… Well, women like the lavender.”
Her lips curled up. “Is this your secret? You lure women into this lush bathroom to make it easier to seduce them?”
He felt the water warming on his back, and he stared down at the gorgeous teacher. “I’ve actually had very few women here. This place, well, I grew up here. It feels a little sacred to me. I updated a couple of things after my grandfather passed. This bathroom was one of them because Granddad was stingy when it came to money. I didn’t even know what showers were until I stayed at Ty’s place when I was a kid. I thought everyone had to bathe in cold water and fit three boys into a tiny space to get ready for school. I vowed one day I would have a real bathroom and a workshop. Everything else stayed pretty much the same until Wyatt complained about the stove and the refrigerator.”
“What was wrong with them?” Her hands found his waist, and the talk was doing what he’d hoped it would. She was relaxing. She was focused on him. She hadn’t even noticed he’d placed a string of condoms on the shelf containing the soap and shampoo.
“Grandad found those in a junkyard, too. I’m pretty sure they were from the sixties. You had to be real careful because the stove got hot to the touch when it was on. And the freezer, well, it had zones. Some of them were way too cold so your food froze, and some weren’t cold enough so it spoiled. It was always an adventure, but Wyatt wanted to know his food wasn’t going to go bad or be frozen, and he’s been burned enough so we bought new ones.”
Her eyes went soft. “Someone burned him. He didn’t want to talk about it, but I can’t imagine it was an accident.”
“It wasn’t, and he’ll tell you the story when the time is right. You have to know he’s out of that life now. The burns on his chest were payment for leaving. You don’t get out of an outlaw MC without pain. There are men I’ve met who I would say they’ll go back, but Wyatt isn’t one of them. He’s a solid guy.” He owed it to Wyatt to let her know what a good man he was. She could trust him. Even if she could never trust Sawyer.
She put a hand on Sawyer’s arm, right over the black box where his Horde tattoo had once been. “And this was yours?”
The room was starting to steam up, so he eased her closer, invading her space. “I had it easier than Wyatt. I wasn’t born into it. I went into the club because my brother was a moron, and someone had to watch over him.”
She breathed in the steam. “Did you save him?”
“Sort of. I made sure he didn’t die, but when I had the chance to keep him out of jail, I didn’t take it. I thought it would prove to him this wasn’t the right life. And it did. He did his time and now he’s in Denver with his wife and child, and he’s happy from what I can tell.” He didn’t know. All he knew was Wes didn’t want to have anything to do with him, and that was fine.
He’d gone into the MC to try to save his brother, and now his brother was on the straight and narrow and had his white picket fence, and there was no place for his unsavory bar-owner brother who lived on a mountainside. He didn’t want his new friends to know where he’d come from, and Sawyer was proof of his wild youth.
Wes deserved his white picket fence and two point five kids. And so did Sabrina, which was why he would absolutely let her go at the end of this weekend.
Her eyes had a wide, soft look, letting him know she was about to go all sweet and sympathetic. Sympathy was the last thing he wanted. He did the only thing he could do. He leaned over and kissed her. So much better. When his mouth was on hers he felt like he had something he could give her, something she needed. Her mouth opened under his, and then the steam wasn’t merely coming from the shower.
She was so fucking small against him. So petite and sweet, and he agreed with Wyatt. She should get her ass smacked when she talked bad about herself. He wasn’t all aboard the BDSM train the way Stefan Talbot was, and he’d never dipped his toe in it the way Wyatt had started to, but smacking her pretty ass held a strong appeal.
There would be time enough to play later. Right now his cock was tightening, letting him know that little orgasm he’d had wasn’t going to cut it. He wanted inside her. He let his tongue play with hers. He felt her hands on his hips as she pressed her body to his. Her breasts were crushed against his chest as he pulled her closer and let the water slide over them.
He got his hands on her, loving how soft her skin was, how her breasts felt when he cupped them. He adored the moans she made as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. Before long he was kissing his way down her body. Caressing her neck and shoulders, licking at her nipples and dipping into the hollow of her sweet belly button.
“Spread your legs.”
Sabrina gasped because Sawyer hadn’t been the one giving the order. She should probably get used to Wyatt popping in. Sawyer had known he would show up at some point, and he would likely get pretty bossy.
However, he agreed this time. “Spread your legs.”
Sawyer leaned over and ran a finger against her pretty pussy. Soft and warm and very pink. She smelled like lavender and sex. He licked and sucked and played with her pussy while Wyatt moved in behind her, holding her up and giving her balance. Wyatt’s hands played with her breasts while he whispered into her ear. Sawyer couldn’t hear, but he knew what his partner was saying.
She was beautiful.
She was sexy.
They wanted her so badly.
All true.
Sawyer dragged his tongue over her pussy and was delighted with the gasp and squirm she gave him.
“You hold still,” Wyatt growled. “You let him have you any way he wants. That’s what this weekend is about. We get to have you, to bring you to orgasm again and again. You’re going to be our sweet little fuck toy. Do you want to be our fuck toy, Sabrina?”
He half expected the smart teacher to tell him to go to hell. Wyatt always had to push. But Sabrina nodded.
“Yes,” she said, and she didn’t whisper the word. She said it out loud. Like she meant it. Like she really wanted it.
He could have ignored this pull of attraction if she’d stayed the soft, sweet teacher he’d thought she was. But she was kind of a badass bitch, and it did something for him. His cock was aching, and he didn’t want to wait another second.
Sawyer stood and grabbed the condom he’d placed on the shelf earlier. His freaking hands were shaking.
He wanted her.
He wanted her way more than he wanted to want her.
He looked back, and Wyatt had taken advantage of the situation to turn her toward him, kissing her deeply. They already looked like a couple. There was zero awkwardness between them, as though they’d touched and everything between them fell into place.
The universe could be so fucking cruel because Sawyer didn’t see how it could work, how she wouldn’t get hurt by coming into their world.
And still he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t not take these days with her.
He shoved out all the worry. He wanted one fucking night where he didn’t think about how he would fit into her world, where he only knew she was in his and she was safe. He would go right back to reality in a couple of days, but not now. Now was all about the three of them, and for now Sawyer was a part of it.
“Hey, don’t hog the girl.” It was his turn, damn it. Hopefully by the end of the weekend they could maybe take her together and have one perfect memory, but for now, he wanted to be with her.
Wyatt’s smile was utterly satisfied. Like a man who knew he was going to get exactly what he wanted. He was obviously certain he could tempt Sawyer.
Then Sabrina opened her eyes and bit that full bottom lip of hers, and Sawyer knew it would take everything he had to let her go come Tuesday. She was his walking wet dream, and tonight he could have her.
With a low growl, he moved into her space and picked her up, relishing in the gasp that came from her throat. He pressed her against the wall of the shower and spread her legs wide. He captured her mouth with his, tongue plunging deep in an imitation of what he was about to do with his cock. Her legs went around his waist, hands grasping at his shoulders as she kissed him back, giving him all her sweet passion.
“Sawyer,” she said as he pulled away slightly.
“Sabrina,” he replied, staring into her eyes. He didn’t need to look down to know where his cock was. It was right there, right where the fucker wanted to be.
“Please.”
Her breathy plea was all he needed. Sawyer thrust up, penetrating her deeply with one long pass.
Her eyes widened and she held on tighter, legs clenched around him as though she was afraid to let him go. He could have told her he wasn’t going anywhere. There was no place he wanted to be but right here in this moment with her.
This was heaven.
His whole body felt electric. He’d had a lot of sex, but this felt like something more. He let his body lead him. His brain would only question everything, but his body knew exactly what he needed.
Her.
Sawyer pressed her hard against the wall as he fucked into her over and over again. Something about knowing Wyatt was watching made it all the hotter.
Sawyer kissed her over and over, feeling drugged with the sex and the intimacy, with simply being here with them. With being a part of a “them.” He’d never thought he would be, but this felt perfect and right.
He angled his hips up so he could find her sweet spot and knew the minute her nails dug into his shoulders that he’d managed it. She gasped and held on as he stroked into her again and again, until he felt her pussy spasm around him, giving him exactly what he wanted.
His eyes damn near rolled back as the pleasure took him, but he was determined to watch her, to take in every moment of her pleasure. Every sound, and the hard feel of those nails sinking into his skin, proving she was as fierce as she was sweet, that she was an excellent match.
He slammed into her one final time, giving up everything he had.
Pleasure and peace. It was what she brought him.
“Baby, he dirtied you up again,” Wyatt said with a tsk in his tone. “Come here. I’m going to make sure you’re clean.”
Sabrina’s hands had gone gentle, stroking down his back as she stayed right where she was, against the wall with his dick still inside her. “I don’t think he means that.”
It was good she was starting to understand them. He kissed her again, something he almost never did. Fucking, yes. Kissing, no. He wasn’t the type of man who simply kissed a woman over and over again because he couldn’t get enough of her.
Yet here he was.
He didn’t want to let her go but he did. He backed up, ensuring her feet found the floor as he stepped into the spray of the shower. Now he kind of wished it was cold. He was already heating up for her again.
Wyatt immediately stepped in, and his mouth was on hers in a heartbeat.
Sawyer took a long breath and realized he was in serious trouble.