He pushes my hand between my legs. “Touch yourself,” he whispers.
Oh God. Is he serious? Isn’t that supposed to be something private?
“I want to feel how you please yourself.”
Slowly, I ease my finger over my clit, making small tighter circles the way I do when I’m alone at night. Sawyer keeps easing out of me, gently pinching my nipples in a synchronized rhythm that sets me on fire. “That’s it,” he whispers. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel that release.”
And I do too. I want to know what it’s like to come three times with three different men. I want to know that my body can take it and come out the other side.
“You feel so good,” he whispers. “You’re so tight and wet, so perfect. Give it to me, baby. Let me feel everything you’ve got.” And like a puppeteer pulling my strings, I descend into the depths of pleasure, clamping my own hand between my thighs so tightly I wince. Sawyer grunts as I bear down on him, slowing while my body pulses and jerks, then speeding again to find his own release.
“Shit,” he hisses as he comes deep inside me, holding me against his sweat-slicked chest, his chin digging into the back of my head.
It takes minutes for our breathing to slow and even longer for my mind to return to reality. Sawyer plays with my body lazily, mapping out all of his favorite places.
“That was…” he pauses, kissing the back of my head.
“It really was,” I agree, and we both chuckle softly in the darkness.
I know when he’s fallen into the land of dreams when his arm slackens at my waist, and his breathing softens into regular puffs. My legs feel like jelly, but I manage to slide off the bed, grasping the shirt to pull around myself. The air has cooled, but I’m burning up, the prospect of finding Cash and Scott ready and waiting for me sending waves of heat between my sticky thighs.
Cash will be next. He was my first of many things but the last to make love to me.
Slipping into his arms will feel like coming home, and after, I’ll sleep with Scott.
Sharing myself between five men shouldn’t be this easy, but it is.
And I smile in the darkness at the life that is now mine, realizing that Sawyer forgot to clean up his mess after all!
24
Cash is awake when I enter his room. His eyes find mine in the darkness, and instantly it's as though he's reached out and squeezed my heart.
Propped up against his headboard on soft pillows, he's holding a notebook and a pencil.
"You should be sleeping," I say softly, climbing onto the bed next to him. He discards the stationery on the nightstand and raises his arm for me to snuggle into him.
"I couldn't sleep. There's a lot going on right now, and it weighs on me."
"None of your brothers are worrying the way you are."
He shrugs, his fingers playing with my hair. "We all deal with life in different ways. So how was your time with my brothers?"
"Good." I don't think he wants a blow-by-blow recount of the details, so I keep them to myself.
"That's good. You must be getting tired."
"Not too tired," I say, smoothing my hand over his chest, grazing my palm over his cute tight nipple, making him shiver.
"That's good."
"Maybe, if I make you feel good, you'll be able to sleep." My hand finds its way beneath the covers to Cash's waiting cock. He's not totally hard, so I get to enjoy the sensation of stroking him until he's fully erect. He sighs gently, his wolf-gray eyes drifting closed.
"You have no idea how good that feels," he says, pulling me closer. He smells of lemon, the first drops of rain on a field of corn, and something else that puts bubbles into my brain. I could do this all night and not tire, feeling his hips raise just slightly into my palm. He needs this more than any of his brothers, and giving it to him is as much of a pleasure to me as it is to him.
"It feels good for me too," I whisper.
"You'd tell me if anything was too much for you, wouldn't you?" There's a tiny break in his voice that makes me snuggle against him even more.
"Of course."
"So, this…this thing between us all. It's what you want?"
When our eyes meet, I have to blink back tears because there, I can see the softness that only comes with love.
"It's what I want," I tell him, kissing his lips softly.
"You know that I'd give you the world," he says, rolling over me. "You know that you deserve everything I have and more."
"You've given me the world." I stroke his face, watching his tired eyes drift closed. "You've given me a home, yourself, your family, a life."