Page 29 of Wild Bliss

Her sister didn’t think she could handle having sex.Probably didn’t think she had those urges. She loved her sister, but somehow inthat moment her sister sounded more like their mom. It wasn’t fair or right,but as Elisa talked about how she needed a man who would enjoy her lifestyleall she heard was how boring she was. How in a box she’d become. She’d movedher whole life for a fresh start. Not all relationships had to be forever.She’d skipped the part where she had fun with no expectations, where she livedin the moment. “Thanks, sis. I’m sure you’re right. I’m going to get some workdone. Maybe some reading.”

“I feel like I’m letting you down,” Elisa said.

“Not at all.” Could she blame her sister? She was trying toprotect her. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine and in my right mind. The truth isSawyer himself told me it would be better to not indulge this insane impulse.”

“It’s not insane. It’s just… I think you’re risking yourheart, and I would hate to see it broken.”

By Sawyer? No way. He was a walking vibrator in her head.But she was never going to tell her sister. This was going to be her secret.Something for her and no one else. “Not going to be a problem. Good night. I’llsee you on Tuesday.”

“I’ll call you before then.” Her sister’s voice had gonelow, concern plain. “If there’s any way for me…”

She needed to shut that shit down now. If she was doingthis, then she wanted all the time she could have. “Do not waste resources andput yourself in danger when I’m perfectly fine. I’m not joking, Elisa. I willsee you on Tuesday. Good night.”

She hung up before her sister could argue with her. Elisahad been extremely nonhelpful. She’d basically mirrored Sabrina’s own emotionalstate, pinging back and forth between good idea and terrible idea. Somehowhearing it from someone else made her decision clear.

So maybe she had been helpful. If Elisa hadn’t flip-floppedand made her see how ridiculous she was being, Sabrina would still bequestioning herself. Instead, she carried the phone back toward the livingroom. She’d expected to find them in the kitchen, expected to have to figureout what Wyatt had been so upset over since according to everyone this wasexactly what Wyatt wanted.

Instead, they stood in the living room, side by side. A pairof absolutely delectable treats, the kind she’d never been offered before.

She wasn’t in their league, couldn’t even begin to keep upwith them sexually.

But damn she was going to try.

“Sabrina, we would like very much to have an open and honestconversation with you,” Wyatt said, the expression on his gorgeous face soserious.

Had he been watching her? Waiting for a good time to askthis question? And Sawyer’s eyes went right to her breasts. If he wasn’t lying,then he wanted her. It felt like he wanted her.

An ache opened inside of Sabrina, one that could only befilled by them.

“I want you to understand if you say no, it’s one hundredpercent cool. If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll find a way to make youcomfortable. There’s no pressure,” Wyatt was saying.

“Uh, if she says no, it’s totally going to be awkward,”Sawyer muttered under his breath.

He was not an optimist. She was done with talking. Wordsdidn’t do a damn thing for her right now. She’d overanalyzed everything herwhole life. Now she wanted to feel.

Sabrina walked straight up to Wyatt and went on her toes andpressed her lips to his.

* * * *

Wyatt had been about to tell Sawyer to shut his mouth whenSabrina was suddenly all up in his space, her breasts pressing against hischest and his cock immediately at attention. He was so shocked he stood therefor a moment, letting her soft lips brush over his.

“I’ve been told you might like me,” she whispered.

Okay, so now he wasn’t so pissed at Sawyer, who’d almostsurely told her his secret since he’d been excellent at hiding it. “I thinkyou’re gorgeous, Sabrina.”

Her hands found the tops of his shoulders and her eyes cameup, staring at him with an innocent lust that damn near flattened him. “I thinkyou’re gorgeous, Wyatt. I don’t want to admit it because it’s going to gostraight to his already big head, but Sawyer’s not bad himself.”

Sawyer snorted.

This felt more intimate than anything he’d had before. “He’snot as egotistical as he seems. He’s hiding a bunch of unprocessed childhoodtrauma. And adult trauma.”

“I processed it all,” Sawyer argued. “I don’t need to writea double album about it.”

He felt his lips tick up as he stared down at Sabrina. Shewas beautiful, with lush lips and wide eyes and a nose he wanted to drop a kisson. It felt right to be here with both of them, safe and warm in this cabin.“He’s talking about my musical preferences. When I lived with my family, it wasall screaming rock songs. Turns out I like Taylor Swift.”

“I do, too,” she said with a grin. “So you mentioned weshould have a talk. How about we skip it and I say yes?”

All he needed was a yes, but he found himself deeplyenjoying talking to her. Flirting with her, his hands finding the curves of herhips. “How about I take your yes and run with it? If we talk, Sawyer will gointo all the ways he’s damaged and can’t possibly have any kind of a humanrelationship outside this cabin.”

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