21. Wren
WREN
They’re careful with me, and it only makes me hungrier, which I didn’t think was possible.
Rhett works the buttons of my shirt with maddening control.
Boone stands beside me and pushes my collar over one shoulder to kiss the exposed side of my neck.
Cade drops to a knee to remove the slippers Boone bought for me, and the sight of this big man at my feet steals the air from my lungs.
No one has ever made me feel this wanted, and not just in a vague lust-filled way. The Wilder brothers make me feel like they desire me specifically and thoroughly, as if they’ve noticed every inch of me and they won’t rest until they have it all.
My shirt falls open, and Rhett’s gaze drops, his control taking another visible hit.
Boone’s hands slip beneath the fabric at my waist, his palms sliding over my bare skin. “You’re so damn soft.” His voice is rough and low with appreciation. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since our first day out on the trail, when you glared at Rhett like you decided he needed managing.”
A laugh breaks out of me, breathless and startled.
Rhett’s mouth curves. “She wasn’t wrong.”
Cade is still kneeling in front of me. With my slippers set aside, he wraps his fingers lightly around my calves before sliding his hands up to my knees. He looks up at me from the floor, and the humor Boone pulled from me dissolves.
“You tell us if it’s too much,” Cade says.
I nod as his hands move up to my thighs, over my hips, then to the waistband of my yoga pants. I touch his hair, unable to stop myself. “I will.” I know they’re going to be too much, and I’m going to love every minute.
As Cade peels my pants from my legs, Rhett slides my sleeves from my arms, and then I’m standing between three gorgeous, identical men, all of them fully clothed and me in only my underwear.
Their hands and mouths are greedy, and I get the sense they’re mapping my body like they do the wilderness. Every touch is accompanied by praise that makes me burn hotter instead of shrinking away.
Some of that praise is expressed only through muttered curses or drawn breaths, but the meanings are clear.
Rhett traces the edges of my bra, then dips two fingers into the spot where my breasts press together. “Fuck, Wren.”
“You’re so beautiful.” Boone lifts my hair and kisses the back of my neck as he cups my backside with his palm.
Cade uses his thumbs to massage the muscles in my thighs as his hot breath traces paths up and down my bare legs. He continues to look up at me, telling me with his eyes how much he likes what he sees and feels.
Boone unclasps my bra from the back, and Rhett’s breath catches as he pulls the cups away and bares my chest.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Rhett strokes his thumbs over my nipples, quickly bringing them to hard peaks. He kisses me, pulling back only to murmur, “Your body’s so beautiful, Wren.”
Boone steps closer, pressing his hard body against my back, and reaching around to cup my breasts in his hands. He strokes them, then lifts them as Rhett, who’s been kissing a path down my front, latches onto one of my breasts that his brother offers up.
I lean against Boone at first, then start to squirm as the sensations they trigger make me restless. I grab a handful of Rhett’s shirt in an attempt to get him naked, but we’re a tangle of heads, hands, and mouths, and Boone sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and I gasp.
Hands, which must be Cade’s, slide under the band of my underwear and start to pull them from my hips, and I feel like I could melt into a puddle. My center is molten.
“Not fair,” I manage to say on a sigh.
The three of them pause at the same time. Rhett lifts his head from my chest. “Wren?”
“I’m naked, and you’re not. It’s not fair.”
Apparently caught up in what they were doing, Rhett and Boone didn’t realize I was fully naked, but now they both move back just enough to see my body, and instead of shying away from their gazes, I feel radiant, because the awe they’ve been expressing is now multiplied.
More curses, more compliments, more eyes eating me up from head to toe.
“On the bed,” Rhett commands.
I very much want to obey, but not yet. Hands on hips, I look around at the three fully-dressed Wilders. “Not until all of your clothes are off, too.”
Rhett’s eyes narrow at my refusal, but heat flares in them. He likes it.
Keeping me pinned in his gaze, he grabs the back collar of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, and my pussy gets another rush of wetness.
His chest is glorious, his abs are a work of art, and then there’s that sinful trail of hair that leads down from his navel. Suddenly, my mouth is as wet as my pussy, and I have to swallow my own saliva.
A flicker of arrogant satisfaction at my reaction crosses his expression, but then it’s gone, replaced with nothing but desire.
I peel my eyes away from Rhett and find an equally gorgeous torso in Boone, and another in Cade, who’s on his feet now. The three of them are lined up, chests bare. They’d have their pants off now, too, but they noticed my reaction and are standing at attention, like troops ready for review.
I squeeze Boone’s shoulder and slide a hand over Rhett’s pec. I trail a finger down Cade’s pebbled stomach. Their bodies are discipline in human form. Strength and warmth, power held in reserve.
I bring my mouth to a tattoo of a wolf on Rhett’s chest. It’s near his arm, faded into grays. Boone has one of a snake, jaws wide open, on the outer part of his shoulder. I stroke it, press my lips to the skin above it, then kiss my way up to his mouth.
Cade has a campfire inked just above his belt, faded to a similar tone. I stroke it with my fingers, and when I bring my mouth to it, the bulge in his work pants swells.
“Did you all get inked at the same time?” The images are all rendered in the same finely detailed style.
Rhett nods. “They’re our call signs. Mouth—” He points at Boone, then Cade. “Smoke. Prime.” Lastly, he points to himself.
Interesting. I file it away for questioning some other time, because right now, my brain is flooded with lust.
“Pants off,” I say, channeling some of Rhett’s bossiness.
The three of them comply like good soldiers, opening belts, tugging down zippers, and stepping out of their pants as a unit to reveal thick, muscled thighs and snug boxer briefs that struggle to contain straining erections. Very large erections.
I haven’t been nervous at any point … until now. One man built like this would be intimidating. Three have me clenching inner muscles and squeezing my legs together.
“You all right?” There’s a hint of a smirk on Boone’s face.
I bite my bottom lip. “Any chance you all have a couple of pairs of winter socks stuffed in your underwear?”
Boone laughs, and Cade’s features soften. “We’ll go easy,” he says.
“Like hell,” Rhett says. “We won’t go easy, but we’ll make damn sure you feel good.”
My eyes widen as my thighs press tighter, only now they’re slick with excitement.
Then these three massive men step out of their underwear, and three big, thick, long cocks spring out, already at attention, pointing toward me like they intend to wreck me.
Intimidated as I am, I’ve never wanted anything more.
Rhett arches a brow, gives me a dark look, then tilts his head toward the bed.
I scramble up into the center, assisted with a hand on my ass from one of them, and hungry growls from at least two of them at the sight of my bare bottom.
They don’t descend immediately, though. Instead, they stand at the foot of the bed looking at me like they’re making filthy plans.
I’m sitting with my legs straight out, but as they watch me, I bend my knees and shift them to the side, effectively covering the part of me that wants them the most.
Rhett scowls immediately. “Don’t hide from us.”
With my eyes on his, I straighten my legs again, then I spread them. With three sets of dark eyes making me feel powerful and desired, I arch, opening myself to them, letting them see what they’ve been doing to my body. Showing them how much I want them. Offering them what’s theirs to take.
Boone seems at a loss for words for the first time since I’ve known him. He swallows air as he strokes his cock, which I swear is growing longer by the second.
Cade’s eyes are all over me. “Wren.” He says it like an oath.
“That’s our girl.” Rhett’s voice is thick and smoky and makes me want to do whatever I can to earn more of his praise. “Such a pretty pussy. It’s gonna be a shame to ruin it.”
He watches my reaction closely, making sure I like his dirty talk, and I do. So much so, I can’t help but tease him.
“You just going to stand there looking?”
One corner of Rhett’s mouth curls up as the muscles in his chest pull tight. He growls as he crawls over me, one hand cupping my pussy as his mouth clamps onto my breast and sucks hard.
When he lifts his head, he nips at the skin above my chest, then moves close to my mouth. “You need to be careful what you wish for.”