Page 113 of Light My Fire

“Come for me,” Luke commands harshly. He reaches around and finds my clit, circling and pressing.

I’m honestly not sure that I could possibly have another orgasm, but then just like that, like he put a match against a fuse, my body lights up and I feel the coiling tightness again.

“Oh, my God, Luke,” I almost whisper, feeling my body start to tighten around his.

“That’s right. That’s fucking right,” he bites out as he continues to thrust into me. “Come on my cock, Angel. Let me feel you.”

And as if my body is his instead of mine, I do exactly as he commands. I clamp down, almost harder than before.

He groans, squeezing my hips hard, and empties into me.

I remember then that he’s not wearing a condom. The dirty, erotic wildness of all of this is compounded by the fact that when he pulls out, I feel the wet stickiness on my inner thighs.

He leans over and kisses my neck, then mutters against my ear, “One of these times, I’m actually going to be in control of how this goes between us.”

Ilovethat I can make him snap, so I hope that’s not entirely true. Then again, an in-control, taking-his-time Luke would be fun. I did have a glimpse earlier when he was deciding how things should go with Wyatt and Jackson.

Wyatt kisses my forehead and Jackson kisses my shoulder and, despite just doing the absolute dirtiest thing I’ve ever even imagined, I feel cared for and adored.

I’m saved from having to figure out what to do or say next by Wyatt nudging me back into Luke’s arms so that he can stand from the bed. Then he bends and sweeps me up into his arms and strides into the bathroom. He turns on the shower, sets me inside the glass wall enclosure and looks down at me with an affectionate smile. “I’m gonna give you about ten minutes alone to decompress. Then I’m gonna come in here and wash your hair.”

He deals with the condom, gives me one last look with a wink, then leaves me alone to breathe, gather my thoughts, and pinch my arm to convince myself all of that actually just happened.

CHAPTER 29

Wyatt

Brooke is still sleepingwhen I slide out of Jackson’s bed the next morning. I try to be stealthy, but then I realize Jackson isn’t here, so his leaving obviously didn’t disturb her. Even as I stand, I watch her carefully for any sign of movement, but she’s still in a deep sleep, her hair splayed out across the crisp white pillowcase, her hands tucked under her cheek in a prayer position, her delicate lips slightly parted.

Her breathing is steady, even.

The sheet has slipped down, exposing her creamy shoulder and the side of her breast. I tug the sheet up to cover her, aware that it’s chilly in the bedroom. Jackson keeps his heat down low, which is fine for him, but I worry she’ll get cold.

Brooke doesn’t stir at all. She’s absolutely worn out.

That makes me grin and shake my head.

Damn.

Brooke was incredible last night. So sexy. So obedient. Sowilling.

She came apart for us over and over, fully embracing all her needs and wants. She gave, she took, she loved all of it and us sodamn well I know I will never forget a single detail of her on this night for the rest of my life.

I’ve never experienced anything like what the four of us shared.

Sharing a woman with two other guys was never in my plans. It wasn’t even on my radar until Brooke.

But given the choice between no Brooke or sharing Brooke, it was a no brainer. I can’t quit her. There was no way to walk away. The two weeks of no contact nearly killed me.

Now, though, it goes beyond just giving into what Brooke wanted.

Ienjoyedit.

Seeing her be fucked by my two best friends was hot as hell.

And feeling her tight cunt clamped onto my cock while she gripped Luke like she needed him to tether her to the earth or she’d fly away, was hands down the best sex of my entire life.

Every night with Brooke is going to be the best sex of my life.

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