“Gonna mark you up,” he warns, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Good,” I pant. “Want to feel this tomorrow.”
That does it for him because he comes with a string of curses, his whole body going rigid behind me.
Wyatt takes his place immediately, flipping me onto my back and hooking my legs over his shoulders. Thisangle is devastating, hitting spots that make me babble nonsense.
“That’s it,” he growls, watching my face as he drives into me. “Take it.”
“God yes,” I gasp, my nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks.
Boone’s stroking himself beside us, watching with dark eyes. “Incredible,” he tells me. “Just incredible.”
“Massively incredible,” I manage, reaching for him. “Come here.”
He straddles my chest, and I take him in my mouth again while Wyatt continues fucking me. The angle is awkward and my jaw aches, but the sounds Boone makes are worth it.
“Fuck, Callie, your mouth,” he groans.
“Her everything,” Wyatt corrects, his thrusts getting erratic. “She’s perfect.”
I come again without warning, the orgasm hitting like a freight train. Wyatt follows, burying himself with a groan that vibrates through both of us. Boone pulls out just in time, making a mess of my chest that should be gross but somehow feels like marking territory.
We collapse in a sweaty, sticky heap, all of us breathing like we’ve run a marathon.
“Holy shit,” I pant, staring at the barn ceiling.
“That about covers it,” Jesse agrees, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“We’re going to hell,” Wyatt laughs.
“Worth it,” Boone declares, using his shirt to clean me up.
We lie there in silence for a few minutes, letting ourheart rates return to normal. The barn is quiet except for our breathing and the distant sound of cattle.
“We should probably talk about what this is,” Wyatt says eventually.
“No,” I say immediately. “No talking. No defining. No making this hard.”
“It’s already hard,” he points out.
“Then let’s not make it worse with feelings and labels and expectations.”
“So what do you want?” Jesse asks.
“This,” I say simply. “The four of us having fun, when we can manage it, without overthinking it.”
“Just sex?” Boone clarifies.
“Mind-blowing, possibly illegal in some states, definitely gonna give me walking problems tomorrow sex,” I correct.
“I can work with that,” Jesse says with a grin.
“Same,” Boone agrees.
Wyatt’s quiet for a moment, then nods. “Fine. But we need to be careful.”
“Careful is for people who don’t know how to have fun,” I say, sitting up to look for my clothes. “And I do.”
