“S… St… Stop,” Kane stutters, pulling at my hair with his good hand. “I’m going to come.”
I move off his cock. The wet popping sound echoes around the room. “Isn’t that the point?” I say with a smirk as I continue to slowly stroke him.
“Need to be inside you,” he rasps.
“Scoot down,” I say, moving backward so he has more room. He adjusts some of the pillows and, somewhat awkwardly with his injured arm, he moves down until he’s lying on his back.
“Here,” Wyatt says, tossing me a condom.
I smile at him before turning back to Kane. I bring the packet to my mouth to rip it, but Kane stops me.
“If I only get to be inside of you one more time…” His words trail off as he drags in a deep breath. “I want to feel you… all of you.”
Oh…
“If you want that, too,” he adds.
Of course I want that. How could I not want to feel him bare inside of me?
“I’m clean,” he says. “I haven’t been with anyone since we moved here.”
“Longer than that,” Linc pipes in.
“It’s true,” Wyatt laughs. “He’s been a monk… for a long time.”
I cock my head at Wyatt. “So, that means you haven’t been a monk.” I turn my gaze to Linc. “Either of you.”
Wyatt scratches at the back of his neck. “I mean, not usually… but here…”
“I don’t think either of us has been with anyone since we moved,” Linc clarifies.
My eyes narrow in surprise. How did these three gorgeous men move to this small mountain town and not pick up any women?
Aspen Springs isn’t exactly busting at the seams with single women, but I find it hard to believe none of them have been with anyone.
“We’ve all had a lot of other things on our minds,” Kane says, a hint of solemnness on his face.
Right. Oliver.
I nod because I don’t really know what to say. I believe them, though.
Kane grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “I want to forget about everything else for tonight and just be here with you.”
My insides turn to melted butter.
“I’m clean and on the pill,” I say.
“So… no condoms?” Kane asks.
I nod. “No condoms.” I toss the packet that’s still in my hand. It smacks against Wyatt’s chest, making him chuckle.
Letting go of Kane’s hand, I crawl over him. “Am I hurting you?” I ask, checking to see if my leg is pressing against any of the worst bruises and scrapes.
“I wouldn’t care if you were,” he says.
“Kane,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. I want him so badly. I can feel the ache deep within me, but I won’t go through with this if it’s going to hurt him.
He shakes his head. “You aren’t hurting me.” I must not look convinced because he continues. “I promise.” He tugs on my arm with his good hand. “Come here.”
