“Perfect,” I said.
With a plan in mind, we joined our men again and I found myself relaxing more and more as the night went on. Teddy also fit in perfectly and barely needed me during the evening, which gave me warm fuzzies because he was so calm and obviously felt completely at home. Sundance stayed close to me, and I honestly couldn’t keep my hands off him.
“You’re making it hard for me to concentrate,” he whispered as we watched Hatch and Wrath play pool.
I grinned up at him. “Do youneedto concentrate?”
“I need to concentrate on not gettin’ hard.”
I snorted. “No you don’t.”
“I don’t?”
I slid my hand to his neck and tugged his head down, whispering in his ear, “I’m not wearing panties.”
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed.
I grinned. I’d purposely worn a long skirt and a pair of low-heeled booties so I could drop this bomb on him at some point during the night. Since Teddy was occupied with pinball, I figured right now was perfect.
He grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the back of the cabin, kissing me before leading me up the stairs to his bedroom, where he unlocked the door and pushed me gently inside.
Tugging my T-shirt up, he unsnapped my bra and slid it to the side, freeing my breasts, drawing one nipple into his mouth, then the other.
“On the bed, on your knees, Wyatt. Pull your skirt up over your hips.”
“What about—?”
“Did I tell you to do anything else?”
I bit my lip, a shiver stealing down my spine, and I tried not to smile as I pulled my skirt up over my hips and got on all-fours on the bed.
I heard the jingle of his belt buckle, then the bed dipped, and his dick pressed at my entrance. “We’re gonna need to have a conversation about you not wearin’ panties without my permission.”
I grinned. “I apologize.”
“I don’t feel like that’s sincere,” he hissed as he pressed slowly into me.
“I am about to get your dick buried deep inside of me, so, sorry not sorry.”
He slapped my right butt cheek and I squeaked, nearly coming.
“Mmm,” I rasped, licking my lips.
“My baby likes it rough.”
“Yeah, she does. You gonna take care of that, big man?” I sassed.
He slapped my left cheek, then buried himself deep, then deeper again, before he began to move, faster and faster, before sliding out and slipping his fingers inside of me and sweeping my walls. I cried out as he pumped his digits into me, then his dick was buried deep again, and he was pressing a finger into my tight, dark hole.
As he moved his hips, slamming into me harder and harder, he matched the motion with his finger, my body totally under his control, and I tried to keep my climax at bay, but it was futile.
I screamed his name as an orgasm washed over me, swamping me with sensations I’d come to expect every time we fucked, and I loved every second of it.
He wasn’t far behind me, grunting as his dick pulsed inside of me and rolling us to our sides, keeping the connection as he kissed the back of my neck. “Jesus Christ, this just gets better.”
I grinned. “Yes, yes, it does.”
“Love you, Dimples.”
