The Wayward Sister (The Wayward Sons 5)

Holden takes a step forward, closing the gap between us. “Let us take care of the specifics.”

I look to Adrian, his gaze intense. “We’ll take care of you, Sierra.”

Being taken care of? I’m not sure I remember what that feels like. Adrian moves closer, he grazes his fingers across the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine. Holden, tall and lean, stands over me, and I decide maybe it’s time to find out again.

They start slow, with tiny but sensual kisses. The kind that make the hair on my neck stand on end. They alternate, which is good, because both at once would be too much. Adrian focuses on my neck and shoulders, Holden on my mouth. My body reacts to both of them like a needy, starved woman. Which is exactly what I am.

This all takes place in the space between the kitchen and the living room, a no-man’s land. No bed. No couch. No countertops to sprawl on. Adrian pulls me against his body, leaning his back against the wall. He’s a stabilizing force—the guy who found me when I was lost. The one that answered when I called. I feel the swell of his erection against my backside, the hard muscles of his abdomen, and the warm of his mouth as he sucks my skin.

Holden positions himself in front of me, fingers trailing up and down my arms while his tongue explores my mouth. He tastes like beer, his touch heavenly. Gentle, but firm. Strong, while attentive. Neither pressure me to reciprocate. Thank god. My brain can’t even process it.

“Tell me if I go too far,” Holden says, holding my eye with his. I nod, thinking it’s probably not possible. How much water can you give a woman dying of thirst?

His hands start to roam, first down my sides, grazing the underside of my breasts. I inhale sharply, feeling the pebbling of my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my shirt. Holden’s thumbs find them, rubbing over the excited peaks. A jolt of desire rushes down my belly, pooling between my legs. I clench my thighs and allow a deep sigh. My fingers seek an anchor, and they thread with Adrian’s.

Using his mouth and hands, Holden licks and sucks and explores my body, starting with my neck, and heading downward. He pushes up my tank as he goes. He and Adrian work together to pull it over my head. I can’t stop watching him when he sees my breasts, eyes wide and in awe. He cups one gently in his hand and licks the nipple while rolling the other between his fingers.

I may combust. I’m sure I will.

I’ve enjoyed both these men. Felt their bodies, tasted their skin. But this? It rocks me to my core, chipping away at the final barriers I’d set up. It’s hard to maintain artificial boundaries when a man’s mouth is latched to your breast and another one has to hold you up.

I press back into Adrian, his cock hard between us. His mouth is close to my ear and I hear him whisper, “It’s okay to let go, Sierra. It’s okay to feel good.” His teeth tug on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “Let Holden know what you want.”

I part my legs, knees wobbling, stomach fluttering.

Adrian holds me up while Holden notices the shift and travels downward, kissing between my breasts and across my belly, kissing the soft flesh of my navel. He thumbs at the button, unfastening it with deftness. I’m already so close to the edge that I know it won’t take much, that I can’t take much.

“Just touch me,” I say.

He looks up at me. “Anything you want.”

But he doesn’t just touch me. He taunts me. Moving at an excruciatingly slow pace. He tugs down my shorts, easing them over my hips, then kissing the flesh above my panties. My shorts fall to my feet and he kisses my thighs, my knees, my ankles, before lifting them off my feet.

I burn.

As if it wasn’t all enough, Adrian’s hands cup my breasts, once again applying delicious pressure to an area of my body I didn’t realize is so sensitive. Holden takes his time, kissing his way back up, stopping only to barely, gently kiss the swell of my cotton-covered mound before rising back up.

I almost cry out in distress, but he cuts me off with a kiss. It’s strong and forceful, and his fingers run between my legs. I sigh against his mouth, panting, as he strokes me over and over. It’s on one of these passes that he eases under the fabric, our skin finally coming in contact. Wet. Sticky. Slick.

“So close,” Adrian says, feeling the trembles wrack through my body. “So fucking close.”

He’s right, all the angst, the fear, the sorrow and frustration wells up inside of me, bound in a bundle of exposed nerves. Adrian pinches my nipples while Holden sucks my tongue. His fingers swirl in the wet heat between my legs, building me up, up, up.

“It’s so much, so much,” I choke, the words caught in my throat. I break like water, a stone dropped in a crystal-clear lake, waves rippling away from me in magnificent shudders. My brain fogs over, my body scalding. I feel, I feel, I feel so much of everything, so much of nothing. A lightness, a freeing. I fall against the man behind me while still riding the hand of the man in front of me, his fingers slowed but still stroking.

As my body recovers, I float back down, exhaustion and relief settling in my bones.

Once again, I’m covered in small, sweet kisses as both men help me back in my clothes. I should feel embarrassed, or exposed. I just feel safe.

Adrian tugs my shirt over my head and Holden buttons my shorts, then cups my face in his hands. “That’s how this works, Sierra. Your terms. Your body. You’re in control.”

I nod, feeling shaky. Not just from the orgasm but from the idea that a moment like that even exists. From the truth that I could have it over and over again. It’s exhilarating. Thrilling. Terrifying.

Because our time in this house is limited, and I don’t know how we exist beyond these walls, or if it’s even possible.

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Sierra