Chapter Eighteen
Kenyon
I’d slept well, wrapped up with Yun. My only complaint? The bed was not nearly large enough for all of us. It could fit three, maybe, if they were packed close enough.
However, when we’d tried to let her sleep the night before, when we’d gone to leave, she’d stirred again. It had made it clear that if she was going to sleep, we’d need to remain. Plus, that would let Shear keep an eye on her mental state and end any nightmares before they got going.
And I’d slept damn well despite the close quarters. Maybe something about having her there made the difference? Whatever it was, it had me out for the whole night.
Yet I found myself waking slowly now, as though something drew me from slumber that I couldn’t identify.
Soft. Sweet. The gentle pull of guiding.
That one did it, snapping my brain back to waking. I cracked my eyes just enough to peer down without letting on that I’d woken.
Sure enough, one shy little guide was molesting me in my sleep.
Okay, so she was dragging her fingers across my bare chest, but I’d count that as molesting, especially from such a flighty woman. Her gaze was locked on the actions, following her own hand as she touched me, seemingly fascinated by every inch of my body.
I slept on my back, my head pillowed on my arm behind my head. The position spread me out more, like some buffet for her, and I had to admit I didn’t mind the idea of getting eaten one bit.
The way she took her bottom lip between her teeth was beyond adorable, and she even breathed slowly, as though afraid to wake me up.
She slid her fingers—a featherlight touch—over my chest, down into the valley between my pecs, to my left nipple.
She hesitated for only a moment before circling the outer edge.
I’d had plenty of sex over the years, but something about that touch felt new, different.
Was it her? Or maybe it was that I usually remained in charge, that my partners rarely touched me much.
In fact, I couldn’t recall a single one paying any attention to my nipples, but the reaction said I didn’t want it to be the last time.
Motions slow, she shifted her leg across my lap. She perched above me, reminding me of some spider as she tried desperately not to wake me.
I saw no reason to ruin her fun—yet—so I let her play her little game.
One hand was on the mattress beside my head, and she used it for balance as she leaned in closer.
Staying still as she brushed her lips against my chest proved even harder, especially as she started moving her lips to other areas over my pecs.
She reached her tongue out next, as though lips alone had proven not enough.
She traced the same outer edge of my nipple, this even more torturous than just her finger.
The saliva allowed her to glide along the skin more easily, and it had my brain thinking about all the things that mouth of hers could do.
I thought she’d pull back, that she’d stop, but instead she took my nipple into her mouth. She didn’t suck hard, but the heat around it, the motion of her tongue against it, it stopped my ability to resist. I let out a groan that had her freezing.
Looks like the game’s up.
I opened my eyes to find her staring up at me, her brown eyes open wide as though she truly had no idea what to do now that she’d been caught.
I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, messy from sleeping. “Keep going if you want.”
That pink tongue of hers ran along her bottom lip, leaving it glistening.
Would she agree? Would she bolt after getting caught? I struggled to keep my breathing even as I waited to see what would win out inside her.
She lowered her head, looking a hell of a lot like a deer out in a field, knowing predators were around but risking a drink anyway.
This time I had a perfect view of her using the flat of her tongue to rub against my nipple and I couldn’t help myself from rolling my hips up for just a little relief of my aching, hard cock.
It then made me realize that I’d slept naked, and Yun sure hadn’t had much on, either. The thin scrap of fabric kept me from her, and in that moment, I really hated those shorts.
Why had I picked them out? They felt like my own personal arch-nemesis at the moment, one I’d created myself. For the first time, I truly accepted I was the idiot everyone called me.
A moment later, the body to my left shifted, and for the first time I recalled that we’d fallen asleep in here together.
Right…Yun and I weren’t alone.
Carter moved in a motion so smooth I again hated him a little. He got behind Yun, perched over my legs as well, though I didn’t find him nearly so compelling.
He set his hand on her hip, then slid it around to the front, dipping a finger just beneath the band of her shorts. “I didn’t realize you wake up frisky. I think I rather like that.”
“I do not,” she argued, but the last word broke into a moan when Carter pressed his lips against her throat. He kissed, then sucked for a quick moment. A red mark remained when he pulled away.
“No reason to be embarrassed. You think it didn’t affect us to have you moaning in your sleep all night?”
“I did not!” Her cheeks flamed, but her expression alone showed she knew damn well she had.
“Just what sort of dreams were you having?” Ingram’s voice was slow, that drawl he got on occasion that made him sound almost Southern.
“It’s the easiest way to prevent nightmares.” Shear sat up from his spot on the chair. He’d pulled it closer so his feet remained on the bed even if there wasn’t really room for him.
Yun frowned, then turned a furious look his way. “Wait, you’re telling me those dreams were your fault?”
It took me longer than it should have to realize she was admitting to having filthy dreams.
And to think I’d slept through them all? I could have cursed at the loss.
“I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she muttered, voice sullen.
Carter slipped his hand fully past the waistband of her shorts—and I knew I hadn’t given her anything else to wear. The cloth obscured my view, but given where his knuckles showed, he’d wasted no time and had his fingers on her clit.
Oh, and the high-pitched whine said it, too. She curled her hand, nails biting into my chest, but I’d happily wear those marks.
“You smelled so good, all night. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to slide my cock right into you, when you rubbed your thighs together and whispered ‘please?’”
Just hearing what I’d missed had me ready to come. How could any woman be this damn tempting?
Something warm wrapped around my cock, and my hips lifted all on their own, a desperate thrust as the sudden feeling. At first I thought it was Yun, but her hands remained on my chest.
A glance down between us revealed that Carter had a hold of my dick—right, his hand is a lot larger than Yun’s.
He encouraged Yun to rise up to her knees, and even I knew what was coming next. Except, instead of removing her shorts, he shifted the fabric to the side so when she lowered herself, my cock slipped inside the leg hole of the bottoms, then found her waiting cunt.
She was tight, and the way she engulfed my cock made me think, yet again, that I wouldn’t last long. Even with the snug fit, she was beyond drenched, a testament to her being on edge all night.
Even the feeling of Carter’s hand, the way he directed it all, didn’t bother me. I’d happily roll on my back if it meant having this.
Once I was fully inside her, with Carter’s chest against her back, he removed his hand from her shorts—and her clit—and brought it up to her lips.
“Open up, Blizzard. You should get my fingers nice and wet, because they’re going to be fucking your ass in a minute.”