13. Rafe
RAFE
“How about another kiss, then?” I pull her back down to the mattress and stretch out beside her, drawing her head toward mine. My cock responds yet again when she meets my lips with an enticing combination of shyness and eagerness.
Conal lies down on her other side, and after the better part of a minute, I pull away so he can turn her in his direction. While he’s kissing her, I let my hand roam: over her hip, across her middle, up along her side, down her arm.
As she relaxes, I skim across her chest, just under the fullness of her breasts, so soft and unrestrained beneath the flannel. When I pass my flattened palm over her nipples, she wriggles on the bed and a soft moan vibrates deep in her throat .
I put my focus there, and it’s not long before her nipples push against the fabric of her pajamas and her breathing grows shallow. When I slip my fingers into the gap between buttons and pinch one of those tight peaks, she gasps against Conal’s mouth.
“Does that feel good?” I stroke my thumb rapid-pace over her nipple, and Hazel nods just as quickly.
I break only long enough to undo the top buttons of her shirt, then return to her breasts, teasing and tormenting them until she can’t lie still.
Conal keeps on kissing her, whispering tender and spicy things to her in between, and Bron finally joins us, stroking her thighs, and eventually zeroing in on the sweet spot between her legs.
He rubs her there, over her flannel pants, and it only seems to take a few passes before she starts to gasp. Bron and I keep at it, as Conal tells her, “Yes, that’s it, let yourself go. Go on, Hazel, we’ve got you.”
She’s quiet when she comes, but there’s no mistaking it. Her back arches, her head rolls back, and her chest heaves in time with her moans. Her hands squeeze into fists, and her eyes stay shut long after the waves wash over her.
When I kiss her cheek, her lashes flutter open.
“How was that? ”
“That felt really good.”
“You should get some sleep now,” Conal tells her.
“Yeah?” Her dazed eyes open wider; she’s surprised that this is where we’re stopping.
“We don’t want to overwhelm you,” Conal says.
I pull down the covers and invite Hazel to crawl in, and love the fact that she doesn’t bother to close the buttons on her shirt. Before Conal has a chance to lay claim to her, I climb in beside her and tuck her under my arm, wrapping the other around her, cupping her breast in my hand.
It’s good to have a woman in my arms again.
When I wake up in the morning, Hazel’s still beside me, but I’m no longer holding her. Conal’s arm is draped over her hip.
We apparently forgot to close the blackout curtains, because the room is bright, making it easy to see that Hazel’s already fully awake.
“Morning,” she says quietly, looking shy again.
I find her hand and bring it to my mouth to kiss the back of it. “Good morning. Did you sleep okay? ”
She nods. “Really well.”
When I brush stray hairs out of her face, she says, “I must look a mess.”
“You look gorgeous.”
She smiles sweetly, though I’m not sure she believes me. “Before yesterday, I’d never even slept in a bed with a man,” she whispers, considerate of my sleeping brothers.
“No?” When she shakes her head, I say, “We can be greedy and hog the covers, but there is a benefit to sharing your bed with men.”
“Keeping me warm?”
I hold up a finger, then raise another. “Okay, two benefits.”
Keeping my eyes on hers, I slide my hand under the covers, over the smooth, bare skin of her belly, and cup her between her legs. She’s hot there, even through the fabric.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and I take that as a sign that she’s ready for something more. Backtracking a few inches, I slip my fingers under her flannel, inside her panties, and dip them into her curls .
Her mouth opens in a silent gasp when I pause at her clit. She opens her legs a couple of inches when I stroke further down, and fuck, she’s already wet. Soft and hot and wet, and damn, this is going to be torture. The good kind of torture, but damn.
I return to her clit with a slippery finger and tease it, circling, stroking, pressing, and though she tries to stay quiet, it’s my mission to make that impossible.
Conal rouses when she starts to whimper, and he watches with sleepy eyes as I push her over the edge. She cries out, and her body tenses as she surrenders to a climax apparently stronger than last night’s. It lasts longer, too, and I feel immensely satisfied that I made it happen.
“What a way to wake up,” Conal says when she opens her eyes. He brushes his thumb over her lower lip, then kisses her. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Now she looks embarrassed as well as shy. A couple more mornings like this will help her get over both of those things.
“Are you ready for another?” Conal asks her.
She frowns at him. “Another what?”
“Another orgasm. ”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can do that. Not twice right in a row.”
“Sure you can.” With a wild grin, he dives under the covers as I watch Hazel’s pretty green eyes open wider than I’ve seen them.
Her pajama pants go flying, followed by her underwear, and Conal’s head settles in between her legs as Hazel’s face cycles through so many emotions it’s hard to keep up. She’s shocked and astonished, and quickly overwhelmed.
I move behind her, so I can hold her in my arms and support her upper body as she starts to lose control. From this position, I have easy access to her breasts as Conal sends her over the top not once, but twice.
Even though he’s a heavy sleeper, Bron’s wide awake now, and I remind him with a look that we need to take things slow. There’s nothing I’d like better right now than to sink balls deep into this woman, but it can’t happen yet.
When Conal emerges triumphant, Bron nudges him over, eager to take his place.
“She’s probably worn out,” Conal says.
“I’ll be very gentle.” Bron says this like it’s an oath.
Hazel’s shaking her head and giggling, still breathing like she can’t quite catch her breath. “This can’t be happening,” she says finally. “There’s no way I could?—”
But whatever Bron’s doing under the blanket cuts her off mid-sentence.
She’s even louder this time, a series of oh, oh, oh! escaping her until her entire body stiffens and she cries out, “Oh my god!”
Face flushed, skin glowing, she’s caught in her climax for an enviable amount of time. When she’s finally spent, she slumps against me, her pulse pounding as she catches her breath.
“I can’t believe you made that happen,” she says eventually, looking around at all of us. “I’ve only ever given myself one orgasm at a time, and they never felt like that!”
Conal leans in to kiss her. “That was so fucking hot, babe.”
“Incredibly hot,” I echo before I kiss her next.
Bron pulls her into a hug, looking so proud of himself, you’d think he alone was the one who made her come so many times.