He’s warmer than any blanket I’ve ever owned, and his masculine scent drives me insane, and it’s all just him and soap. I inhale deeply and relax in his arms, my eyes closing softly.
“Oh god!” I bounce suddenly to the other side, my body turning around and coming face-to-face with Jesse.
He has a shit-eating grin that makes me laugh, especially when he takes me away from Derrick with a huff. He’s just as delicious to cuddle, even as he keeps me firmly over his chest, ignoring Derrick trying to pry me off his arms.
It’s all very silly, but I know I’d sleep so well between them. They are both scorching hot, in every way possible, and the fake fight finally ends when we find a nice position, with my face on Jesse’s chest and Derrick cuddling me from behind.
“Get out of her nest,” Major orders from above.
I’m so relaxed, I only open one eye. “I’m right where I want to be, cowboy.”
My answer is not what he wants to hear, but he doesn’t pry his pack away from me. God knows, I’d fight. Shaking his head, he just leaves the room. I close my eyes once again and force myself to forget about Major, but it hurts that he’s never here.
Never with me like the others.
Major is not the type of man to do anything wrong, and in the end, this is not right. I had time to read all those bulky biology texts they brought from the township, and it became painfully clear that while I have the hots for them, I’m not in heat.
They aren’t my pack. They are just guys trying to do the right thing, and it’s my fault that I keep wanting to kiss Jesse again and do much more with Derrick than I allowed myself to do in the woods. The possibilities keep running through my mind, especially when they take such good care of me.
The trauma in the voice of my grandpa screams that I should tell them not to worry about me, but in the days since I’m back, my health has improved significantly.
Any time I try to protest their fussiness, Major reminds me I’m doing this for Mirasol. I need to be stronger for her. He’s right. I let this depression and weakness cloud my mind for too long now. I won’t let it happen again. I’m determined to be stronger for my daughter.
I don’t realize I fell asleep until I wake up with a start, dripping wet and breasts heavy.
What the—?
I gulp air and pry my eyes open, trying to get a hold of myself, but Derrick’s cock is hard against my ass. I can feel everything he is, and I can’t think straight like this. To my horror, the hand that was resting over Jesse’s heart is now palming him over his denim, and I yelp to remove it, but he places his large hand over mine, keeping me in place.
“No way, sweetheart. You can stay justlike that.”
His voice is rough, and I’m not sure if it's sleep or desire, but it twists me into knots until I’m so tight I can’t breathe. I whimper and buck my hips, looking for friction as if I need it more than I need air, just to be stopped by Derrick’s hand digging into my hips.
“Caught ya,” he breathes out over my ear, rubbing his cock on my ass.
No one is touching my pussy, but I’m about to come anyway. Damn, they are good!
I tell myself this was just an innocent nap. I didn’t really mean for this to happen, but it’s hard to find excuses for myself when I told Major I was right where I wanted to be.
No words were ever so true.
Jesse feels hard under my hand, irradiating warmth. I grip him harder, wishing there was nothing between us.
“Can I touch you?” I breathe.
Something like pain comes to his face, and he throws his head back. “I might not survive if you don’t, sweetheart.”
Well, what kind of guest would I be if I let them just die when I can do something to help? I undo the buttons with eagerness that ends in surprise when his cock just pops out, leaking already at the tip.
“No underwear?” I gasp.
“I’m ready to go.” He chuckles. “Just in case you come calling.”
He is hot and smooth, my fingers barely close around him. When I stroke him for the first time, his chuckle turns into a masculine moan, and I’m a puddle of desire driven only to make him feel good.
“Look at you handling him, darlin’,” Derrick's sudden praise comes in a whisper. “So pretty.”
It ignates something in me, and my movements become even more frantic. Hungry. I pump Jesse’s cock while Derrick humps me from behind, using my ass to get himself off. It’s a turn on I didn’t know Ihad. The room is heavy with their groans, and I swear that I just need their pleasure to reach my own.
