Take Me Fast (Bridgewater County 3)

That one night I hadn’t sucked either of them off, all of us too busy fucking for the first time to do it. But Rory’s taste had my mouth watering. He was careful with how much he fed me, pulling back and rocking into me with easy strokes.

Cooper fucked with a deliberation and intensity not shared by Rory. He held me right where he wanted me, the broad head hitting every sweet spot deep inside me. He knew just how to move, to take me to make me come again.

It was an urgent and mind blowing give and take. Each of us focused on pleasuring the other. Sucking and licking and fucking and touching until all three of us came apart. Rory’s seed spilled down my throat and Cooper deep in my pussy, filling the condom. No baby this time. Lily wasn’t a mistake. She was the light of my life, but I wasn’t ready for another. I was only ready for another round with my two hot cowboys. Round two was enough for now.

They took me three more times throughout the night, in between some much-needed bouts of rest. The last time I woke, the sun was starting to come in through the slit in the closed drapes and my heart sank at the sight. I felt both men on either side of me, Rory’s arm slung over my waist, his palm cupping my breast. Cooper was asleep in front of me, his thigh brushing mine. They seemed to want constant contact as much as me.

This was it. My one night in heaven was over. This dirty Cinderella’s coach was about to turn into a pumpkin. I ached to remain between them, to feel safe and protected, cherished and… theirs.

But no. It wasn’t just me anymore. I couldn’t be selfish or greedy. Moms couldn’t do that.

I tried to be quiet as I got out of bed, and slipped into my bra and little black dress from the night before. My panties were on the floor, ruined. They were better than I remembered. Smart, kind. Funny. Generous and brave. Hot as could be and very skilled at pleasuring me. All different kinds of ways. But that wasn’t enough. I glanced back at them in bed, the space between them obvious. Tears stung the back of my eyes at the thought of having to say goodbye. Again.

For good this time.

CHAPTER SIX

COOPER

I shook Rory awake as I watched our girl get ready to flee. Yeah, fucking flee. She was going to leave without waking us as if what we’d done was shameful.

I had to admit I was surprised. Hurt, even. We’d had an amazing night and I knew she’d felt it, too. She hadn’t been faking, not when her pussy walls had rippled as she came, her nipples hardened against my tongue. I hadn’t missed the way she’d clawed at Rory’s shoulders as he ate her out.

That old connection, the sizzling heat, was still there. It was better than ever, this thing between us. We might have been teenagers before, but we’d known Ivy was the one. That hadn’t changed and last night proved it. Even to me, who’d been so fucking doubtful. Scared of what she’d say about my scars. I’d been wrong. So damn wrong. We had a chance to be with her, a really good chance. No military, no college between us and Rory and I were going to do everything we could to keep her.

When we’d finally fallen asleep, I hadn’t dreamed, I hadn’t woken in a cold sweat, the chopper falling out of the sky again. No, I’d slept the best I had in a long time with Ivy in my arms.

While I’d known it would be amazing, having her beneath us again, we’d needed her to see it. And she had, I was sure of it. But obviously only in the short term. We’d said one night and she’d taken it to heart. Not one night to show her what it could be like, what it would be like if she let us. No, she was one and done. But why? Why walk away from something so good?

Why the hell was she running out of here like the devil was on her tail?

I heard Rory roll over, the empty expanse of bed wide between us where Ivy should have been. “What’s going on?” he murmured as he blinked sleep from his eyes. I knew the moment he caught sight of a guilty looking Ivy slipping on her heels because he sat upright beside me. “Where are you going?”

She glanced at us and her face was pale, stricken. Her eyes looked sad, haunted.

I sat up too, leaned against the headboard, my eyes focused on the details—the way her hands shook slightly as she fumbled with her earrings. The way she bit her lip and refused to make eye contact.

She didn’t want to leave. She’d been just as affected. The realization struck me with force and gave me hope, which was a rare feeling for me these days. I hadn’t fucking felt it in a long, long time. I’d stopped being hopeful nearly a year ago when I’d survived the accident of my making when so many others hadn’t. Optimism wasn’t something I believed in anymore…not until now. Not until Ivy.

The way I was raised was too ingrained in me. We might not be in Bridgewater, but the customs deeply rooted there remained with me. With Rory. She was the one. She was ours. I knew it to be true, just like I knew that it was meant to be. It took seeing her again, being with her, in her, for me to remember the beliefs I’d been raised with. That I wanted to share for the rest of my life.

“You don’t have to go,” I said quietly, trying not to spook her any more than she already was. That’s the way it seemed, at least. I recognized that look in her eyes. It was fear and regret. She wanted to stay, so what the hell was keeping her from us?

She might have looked rattled, but she also had an air of determination about her. Her jaw was set and her lips pressed together like she was ready for battle. There was no way we were getting her to talk, not that her efforts to get dressed and out the door were deterring Rory from asking a million questions.

“Do you need a ride home? When can we see you again?” He kept throwing questions out there but she ignored them all.

She looked around the room, clearly missing something. I spotted it first. Her phone was sitting on the nightstand on my side of the bed. I grabbed it before she saw it. She couldn’t leave if she didn’t have her phone. Was it a juvenile move? Maybe. But I was desperate and willing to do whatever it took to buy us more time. “You don’t have to talk to us now, sweets. But you can’t expect us to just leave town. To leave you. Not after last night.”

I watched her take a deep breath as she glared at me, her gaze dropping to her phone like she could will it out of my hands. “You promised one night.”

Her voice sounded husky and choked, like she was on the verge of tears. What the hell? I was about to ask her what she was keeping from us when her ph

one dinged. I looked down at it in my hands, lit up with a text. I didn’t read the message, my attention was too focused on the picture in the background.

I muttered a curse under my breath as I studied the picture of Ivy with her arms wrapped around a little girl. A girl who was the spitting image of Ivy. Rory snatched the phone out of my hands to see what I was staring at as I looked up at Ivy.

I felt as if I’d been kicked in the gut. This—no, she—was why Ivy was running?