EMILY
When Heath tucks me in at bedtime, it’s in his bed. And instead of letting him go, I hold him tight. All night long.
On Sunday morning, I wake up between them. Wyatt is in front of me, soft and sprawling. My comfortable teddy bear.
Behind me is Heath, and even asleep, the man is tense.
Doesn’t stop me from clinging to him, though. My hand is wrapped tight around his forearm, as if he’s a brand-new security blanket I’m trying to break in.
We need to leave the cabin by noon. The caretakers come between noon and three, every Sunday, and then a few times during the week, depending on the booking schedule.
The countdown is on. We need to return to Conception Ridge and our real lives.
How do you ask weekend fuck buddies when you can do it again? Would tonight be too soon?
Hey, Heath, just how big is your bed?
As if my thoughts were loud enough to wake him up, he stirs behind me, his arm tightening around my waist.
“You’re awake.”
“You can tell?”
“All night long, you were a soft little handful of perfection. Now, you’re a tense stress ball of perfection.”
Takes one to know one, I guess. “How long have you been up?”
“A while.”
Ah. So it wasn’t my filthy thought that woke him up, a poke through the ether. Maybe he was worrying too.
I turn around, and he scoops me into his arms, hitching me right close to his body. His cock rises to attention between us, tripping a spill of arousal through my own core. Hello, Daddy.
Lifting my leg high on his hip, I rub against him. “So, another lesson? What do you say we do next, when we have to head back to reality soon?”
He flips me onto my back, shoving the light blanket we all slept under down to the foot of the bed. “Quickies. How to get turned on, fast, and work together as a team to achieve a common aim.”
Wyatt rolls over, giving us a sleepy grin as he discovers Heath wedging himself between my thighs. “Good fucking morning.”
“School’s in session,” I pant.
“I’m an A+ student,” Wyatt drawls, sliding his hand between our bodies to cup my pussy. He drags his fingers through a pool of slick at my entrance, making me moan. He pulls the moisture up to my clit, easing the path of his touch. “What were you saying about turning her on?”
“Put him in me,” I breathe. I glance sideways, then back up to Heath above me. I lick my lips as I hold his gaze. “Let’s pretend Daddy isn’t sure if he should fuck me, but you’re his friend from work who fucks me all the time, and you know I’m hot for him. You know I want him to hold me down and take me.”
Heath tightens his fingers around mine, and his nose flares wide, his eyes bright.
It’s a mash-up of the fantasy he told me yesterday. Wyatt’s not the only horny beast who can pin me down and take me for the first time, over and over again.
Daddy stealing my innocence as I pant an uncertain protest? Top of the quickie inspiration stack, I think.
“Maybe I don’t want this.” I wink so we’re all clear I do. “Maybe Daddy’s under some sort of spell, and—”
Heath groans out loud, deep and long, as Wyatt turns his hand, fisting Heath’s erection now. Roughly dragging it through my folds he’s slicked up.
“Feel how wet she is for you, man.” We’re all breathing hard now as Wyatt jerks his friend off against my pussy. “Nobody will know if Daddy takes what he wants. She slept curled up in your arms for a reason. She needs you inside her. She feels empty without your cock buried deep.”
“No….” I faux-plead.