Behind me, Corbin’s fingers slowed their movements, easing me down from my orgasm.
Bale slid out of my mouth, his cock slick with bodily fluids. The tip of him bobbed against my swollen lips as I gulped in large lungfuls of air.
“Corbin, look how fucking pretty she looks right now.” His own words were a breathless struggle from exertion.
Bale’s hold on my head loosened but didn’t retreat fully. Instead, the pads of his fingers lightly massaged my scalp. Each tender circle his fingers rubbed eased the discomfort from where he had pulled on my hair, further relaxing my body.
I whimpered as Corbin slidhis fingers out of me, making me feel a pang at the sensation of emptiness. But left behind was a satisfied soreness.
My body jerked when I felt him crouch down and press a light kiss to my sensitive pussy.
“Mmph, that… that was…” I didn’t even know. I couldn’t think past the pleasant fog that consumed me.
The hoodie loosened up around me, my arms freed from behind my back. An ache in both shoulders lingered, but given how fucking lost I was in the post-release endorphins, I hardly cared.
Bale was sure to support me, and Corbin gently pulled my pants back up into place with such care that it was a sharp contrast from their rough handling moments ago.
Once I was fully upright, Bale used the edge of his sleeve to clean off the mess left behind on my face.
The space between all three of us closed, each guy pressing their face to either side of my neck as we inhaled each other’s scents.
I had never felt more at home than I did right then and there.
Chapter
Twenty-One
It made the most sense to bring Harlow back to our cottage for the night. Not only was she unsteady on her legs and physically exhausted, but it would only be a short trek through the fields to get there.
Perhaps I also had a personal investment in seeing to it that she stayed safe, where Corbin and I could keep an eye on her.
Besides, who wanted to explain dragging her half-delirious ass onto the Faust property? We might get S.P.A.R.K.L.E.D. to death.
When I had attempted to haul her upright over my shoulder,someoneargued that she deserved to be treated better than a sack of cornmeal.
So, Corbin took up the task of carrying her petite figure.
Such a romantic fucking idiot.
The remainder of the night, we all collapsed onto thesofa in the middle of the living room. Harlow lay overlapping the two of us. Tucked against my side, her head rested on top of my stomach, and my muscles tensed as her fingers brushed against the exposed skin where my shirt had ridden up.
The lower half of her was spread across my legs and over Corbin’s lap while he slept seated upright. His hands lazily traced over her legs even when he was passed the fuck out.
As she lay there, I felt her breath even out when she ultimately slipped into peaceful slumber.
I hated admitting it, but the subtle purring noises she made every time she exhaled while sleeping made me want to stay awake the rest of the night just listening.
It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, cramped on the couch, but compared to being on the cross frame, it made me feel like a prince. It had nothing to do with the fact that having her cuddled up like this was the closest thing to a princess a guy like me would ever get.
“Baylor, honey. Wake up.”I wearily blinked the sleep away from my eyes as I lifted my head. A frail hand shook my shoulder lightly.
My mother’s face hovered above mine with a smile that always lit up a room.
“I’m up, I’m up,” I grumbled as I rolled away from her, further retreating into the multiple layers of blankets on my bed.
A knowing sigh slipped from her. “Your father needs extra help in the fields today,” she said in a tone that I instantly read as my father is behaving like a stubborn bastard. Has a bad back that he refuses to acknowledge, and if I had to guess, he was out there hauling baskets of freshly picked corn.
I lay there a moment longer before I kicked the blankets away in surrender.
