“He’s right you know,” I had to admit. “Itisreally cold up there.”
Bodie folded his arms around me, sliding them beneath the couch blanket that was warming me from the waist down. His hands landed somewhere near the insides of my bare thighs.
“I’d make you lots of fires,” he growled sexily, into my ear. “Plus I’d do other things to keep you warm…”
I jumped reflexively, as his fingertips brushed my satin-covered mound. When the house was this hot, I’d taken to wearing nothing but a long T-shirt and tiny underwear. Moreover, the boys knew this. I suspected it was why they never fought over whose turn it was to bring in firewood.
“Can I get back to my presentation, now?” challenged Carter.
“Yes,” I giggled. “And we promise not to interrupt.”
He nodded, flashing me that panty-dropping smile I’d fallen in love with more than a year ago. And speaking of panty-dropping, Bodie’s fingers were already busy beneath the blanket, working my thong to one side.
A whole year…
It seemed like a lifetime ago that I’d walked into The Refuge. The place was gone now; nothing more than a dirt lot bulldozed flat in preparation for the pavement that would inevitably replace it. But we’d given it a grand send-off, and we’d each said goodbye to it in our own fuzzy ways. The place had run its course, as Carter had said. It provided exactly that: a refuge for those who needed it, over decades of service. And with its last, dying breath, it had also brought us together.
It had taken all year for each of us to get our things in order; to prepare for whatever adventure came next. We could go anywhere — do anything we wanted. The grand scope of unlimited avenues laid out before us was overwhelming, when I thought about it. But that was okay, because it was fun to think about.
And another fun thing? Having three boyfriends. Walking around the house, teasing them by dropping things and bending over and daring them to take me, whenever the mood struck. And believe me, the mood stuckall the time.
“You’re soaked…” Bodie growled.
I nodded dreamily, as his hand pressed onward.
“My God, you’resoppingwet.”
He whispered the words huskily, as he nibbled my ear. Over the course of Carter’s presentation, he’d very delicately worked his fingers inside me. My breathing grew rapid, as he began plunging them slowly in and out.
“I need to getinthis thing,” Bodie purred.
Craning my neck, I kissed him over my shoulder. “That could probably be arranged,” I teased.
“You don’t understand,” he countered. “I really,seriouslyneed it.”
I bit my lip as he added another finger. He also began doing that slow churning, twisting thing that drove me absolutely wild.
“But first… I want them to have you,” Bodie breathed. “I want to watch you getfucked.”
His words were like oxygen, fanning the flames spreading through my lower abdomen. The way he said that last word was wicked, too.
“It’ll turn me on, watching them work you over,” he continued. “And by the time they’re done, and you’re a dripping hot mess… I’ll be harder than steel, ready to take my turn.”
His words sent shivers bolting through me, and my whole body went flush with heat. Ilovedit when they talked like this! And for some reason, my mild-mannered accountant boyfriend seemed to have the filthiest mouth of all of them.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded against his chest, completely breathless.
“Well then, who are you going to fuck first?”
I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All that mattered was spreading my legs even wider than they already were, so Bodie could drive his fingers even deeper. I wanted to keep them spread, so all three men could climb between them.
Fuck…
I wanted them to plunder me. Right here, right now, right on this soft, comfortable couch. I wanted to claw the cushions as they pounded into me. I wanted to scream through multiple, world-shattering orgasms; with the embers blazing and the treetwinkling and the weight of their bodies crushing me into come-drenched oblivion.
Sawyer must’ve noticed what we were doing. Bodie’s hands might be invisible beneath the blanket, but the far away look in my eyes, coupled with the way I was breathing, were unmistakable signs.
