Page 98 of Filthy Fae

Damn, being a woman was hard work.

“Are you really going to leave me alone to think about your brother while you talk about him down here?” I asked with a pout.

“What the hell are you doing?” Waylon asked. “It’s zero degrees outside.”

“Exactly,” I said. “It’s so cold and lonely upstairs by myself.”

“I can take care of that,” Sawyer said, leaping over the couch in a single bound. He swept me up into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He grinned and slid his hands under my ass to support my weight.

“Can you?” I plucked his hat off his head and put it on mine, grinning up at him. “I think a hot cowboy is just what I need to warm me up.”

There was no quicker way to push Sawyer over the edge than to put on nothing but his hat.

“You already wet for me, Princess?” he asked, his hands sliding from my ass to the tendons at the top of my thighs. “That move says you’re ready to get fucked right here, right now.” He began to work his fingers into my crease, spreading the folds and teasing my opening with the tip of one finger. Over his shoulder, I locked eyes with Waylon, who sat watching with his jaw set and his eyes hard. His grip tightened on the arms of his chair as I gasped when Sawyer spread me open and slid a long, cold finger into me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, shuddering with pleasure when Sawyer’s hot mouth latched onto my nipple.

He gave a hard suck, and I cried out, arching against him. But when I felt him start to undo his belt, I stopped him. “Not here,” I said. “Upstairs.”

“You don’t want an audience?” he asked with an easy grin. A tremor went through me, and my thighs clenched. He knew me well.

“Not this time,” I said, glaring at Waylon. “He doesn’t deserve to watch.”

“Whatever the lady wants,” Sawyer said, throwing me over his shoulder. I squeaked and grabbed for his hat, barely clamping it on my head before it fell off. My blond hair swung around my face as Sawyer turned to the others, giving them a full view of my naked bottom. “Guess we’ll be heading up to bed.”

He gave my ass a good whack for emphasis. With me draped over his shoulder like that, the I could just imagine the look on Waylon’s face, and it made me happy as fuck.

Halfway up the stairs, I started to get lightheaded from all the blood rushing to my brain, but when I tried to squirm up, Sawyer gave me another hard smack on the ass. This time, I let out a little yelp.

“You better shut that mouth,” he said, marching me into the bedroom. “Otherwise Waylon will come up here and plug it for you.”

He tossed me onto the big bed in the bedroom at the end of the hall. We’d moved another bed in and squished them together so we could all fit when we wanted to, which was most of the time. But sometimes, I just wanted one of them.

“If you want me to be quiet, maybe you should stop smacking my ass,” I said, rolling over and twisting around to see the red handprint he’d left on my ass.

“Don’t even pretend you don’t like it,” he said, whipping off his belt and dropping his pants. “And you’ll be quiet the day hell freezes over.”

He gave me a wicked grin, plucked his cowboy hat from my head, and replaced it on his own. Then he grabbed my hips, pulling me onto all fours. I turned to give him a seductive look over my shoulder. “Is this what you like, big brother?”

“You know it, baby,” he said, sliding the head of his cock up and down my wetness. “On your knees, so I can smack your ass again while I fuck you.”

“Then stop teasing me and fuck me,” I said.

“You’re a greedy little princess, aren’t you?” he said, but he grabbed my hip with one hand and his huge cock with the other, guiding it to my throbbing opening. He pushed gently, then waited while I squirmed with impatience. At last, he gave a quick little thrust, forcing his cock past my opening. I gasped in both relief that my body was finally getting what it wanted and pain. Even after a year, we usually had to start slow. But I relished the ache of stretching around his impossible girth.

Once he was pushed to my depths, he rested his fists on the bed and pressed his lips between my shoulder blades. “Tell me what you want, little sister,” he said.

“Fuck me,” I said, squirming against him, needing some friction to relieve the pressure inside me.

Sawyer chuckled. “It’s a little late if that wasn’t what you wanted. But tell me how you want it.”

I arched my ass against his belly, tightening my walls around him. “Quit playing with me,” I said. “If I wanted to be teased mercilessly, I’d have asked Waylon to come.”

“Quick and dirty, then,” he said, giving my nipple a squeeze that shot straight to my clit. “You asked for it.”

He drew his hips back, slowly dragging his cock out while he kept my nipple pinched tightly between his thumb and finger. When the head of his cock was right inside my entrance, he slowly slid it back in, stretching me wide until he hit my depth and a dart of pain throbbed through me.

“Where’s the quick and dirty,” I panted, grinding against him.

“I’m just getting you warmed up,” he said, nuzzling the back of my neck. He drew his hips back and gave a vicious thrust, this time so hard his belly slapped against my ass.