“I’m gonna take you,” I murmur, and carefully push the head of my cock against her ass and slowly press inside.
She chokes a little around Miles, but her body takes me, inch by inch, until she’s filled to the brim. Emmett groans, hands clenching her hips, and I lock eyes with him over Georgia’s shoulder.
“Holy fuck, I can’t believe this,” he groans, just before leaning forward and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
“Mmm,” Georgia responds, saliva dripping down her chin as she keeps sucking Miles off.
We start to move together, a careful rhythm at first, all of us tuned to Georgia’s reactions, adjusting, pausing, making sure she’s not in pain. But she’s relentless, moaning around Miles’s cock, grinding herself down onto both of us, her hands clutching the sheets so hard her knuckles whiten.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I rumble, thrusting. Emmett speeds up, slamming up into her, and I time my movements so every time he pulls back, I push forward. Miles tangles his hands in her hair, fucking her mouth.
Sheexplodeswith an orgasm I can feel even in her ass.
Her whole body trembles as she stops sucking Miles, gasping for air. “Don’t stop,” she pleads. “Fuck me harder.”
I ram inside her ass, burying myself over and over.
Emmett’s the first to lose it, his head dropping back, sweat dripping down his forehead as he empties himself inside her. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I’m close, so fucking close.
Miles pulls her up then, sliding his cock between her tits, fucking them until she presses them together for him, smiling up with lips slick and swollen. Then she drops her head, taking him into her mouth again, and the sight is so obscene, I can’t hold back another second.
“You’re so good, baby, so damn good,” Miles says, as Emmett lies back and watches.
I slam into her, once, twice, and then I can’t hold back anymore. “Georgia,” I explode with a guttural groan, filling her ass.
Georgia milks me for every drop while I gasp for air, and then crawls forward, sucking Miles until he groans and erupts in her mouth. He comes all over her tongue and lips and chin.
She swallows every bit, wipes her chin, and collapses onto the bed, splayed out like the world’s most perfect goddess, sweat and cum painting her skin, hair wild and tangled.
“Holy shit,” Emmett breathes out, shaking his head. “I swear to God, this has to be heaven.”
“Fuck yeah,” Miles drops down.
I join them, with the three of us surrounding her, our bodies tangled in a knot of arms and legs and sticky, exhausted satisfaction.
After a few beats, Georgia giggles, rolling her head to the side to look at me. “That was some good makeup sex,” she purrs, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “We should fight more often.”
Emmett grins, dropping a kiss to her shoulder. “I have to agree.”
Miles just sighs and closes his eyes.
I pull Georgia to my chest, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her heart hammer against mine.
The cabin is heavy with that perfect sex-smell and the hush that follows a shared ecstasy. I draw slow circles on Georgia’s bare shoulder, and she murmurs something incoherent, pushing her ass back against me.
But then, from the deck outside, comes the sharpclackof expensive high-heeled boots that makes my brain short circuit.
I freeze. Georgia rolls, blinking up at me, her smile disappearing.
The footsteps hammer a path down the hallway, then stop at the door. There’s no knock. Not even a warning. Just the abrupt, swinging open of the door.
AndCatherine, in a tailored white pantsuit, standing in the light.
Oh no, no, no. Shit!
For the briefest moment, she’s too stunned to speak. Her eyes take us in—four naked bodies, sweaty and sticky, the duvet halfway off the bed.
