My heat finally hit when I was laughing in Wyatt’s workshop with Hunter. We wanted to surprise Wyatt with a shelf to store all his finished sculptures.
One moment, I was holding a shelf for Hunter and laughing at something he’d said; the next, my skin was on fire. I have no memory of anyone taking my clothes off. Just begging.
I was naked and on my knees when Hunter slid into me. He buried his teeth in the back of my shoulder, and he’d been as desperate to fuck as I was to fuck him. My scent was driving him crazy. His pace was relentless as he thrust into me over and over until I spasmed around him.
It wasn’t enough.
I don’t know when Wyatt arrived, but when Hunter slid his cock out of me once his knot released me, Wyatt was naked as he lay me out on his table, spreading my thighs and sliding deep.
Wyatt pounds into me. His teeth graze the marks Elias left on my breasts a few days ago, but I still want more.
Sweat dribbles down the side of his face as a fire ignites inside me. My muscles squeeze around his cock, my climax washing over me in an almost constant wave that drags desperate groans from deep in Wyatt’s chest.
He bites, and I whimper and beg. One firm lick soothes the burn, and as he pounds into me, he covers my body with stinging bites and soothing licks.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I whimper and wrap my thighs around his hips. His fingers tighten on my hips as he drives into me, grunting as his cock jerks inside me, flooding me with cum.
He collapses on top of me, panting. “Fuck, that was incredible.”
For one blissful, perfect moment, my body is no longer on fire.
“We need to get her out of here.” Hunter’s voice comes from the floor.
As I steady my breathing, I crack my eyelids open and turn my head to the side. Hunter is flat on his back, one arm flung over his face, and his chest covered with sweat.
Our clothes areeverywhere.
“Hunter, why are you on the floor?” I pant.
He moves his arm from his face and catches my eye. “Because you killed me, beautiful. You kept coming and coming around my cock, and my knees won’t work, neither will my legs, so I rolled my ass onto the floor, and I’m done. That’s why.”
Wyatt’s body shakes with his laughter as he pins me down on his table.
I blush as Hunter laughs.
“But seriously.” Hunter loses his smile. “This isn’t the place for this. And it isn’t close to being over.”
“Yeah,” Wyatt agrees, kissing me and pulling me into his arms. “Let’s get out of here, darlin’.”
It’s a good thing we live so far out of town with no close neighbors.
Hunter gathers up all the clothes on Wyatt’s workshop floor. I wrap my arms and legs around Wyatt, who carries me into the house. He staggers, his knees weak. Hunter keeps a hand on his arm to keep him on his feet.
Looks like Hunter wasn’t joking about coming so hard it killed his ability to walk.
Elias and Knox were in the living room playing a game this afternoon. No sooner than the back door slams shut behind us when we walk into the house than the TV cuts off. Footsteps hurry toward us. Elias and Knox stop in the doorway and stare, their nostrils flaring and lust in their eyes.
“When?” Knox growls.
“In the workshop.” The heat in their eyes is making my body burn again. I add breathlessly, “not sure when.”
Elias strips the clothes from his body, dropping them on the floor on his way toward me. “You need to be somewhere soft, beautiful.”
I feel my pussy ripple around Wyatt’s cock, and he groans and sways in response. His knot is still lodged inside me, the only reason I’m not begging for sex. For now, I’m okay. The moment his cock slides out of my body, I’ll want another hard fuck to control the stomach cramps I feel waiting to start up again.
I’m opening my mouth to suggest my bed, but Wyatt is already striding up the stairs, Knox and Elias following behind Wyatt and me. We pass our bedrooms and enter the spare room.My eyes widen at the two mattresses on a big rug covered with bedding.
“How?” I whisper.
