Page 71 of Light My Fire

Tingles spread, my pussy tightens, and when I lift up and down, I just want to go faster and faster.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he urges. “I’m going to take this vision with me to bed for the rest of my life.”

“Have you been thinking about me in bed the last few nights?” I ask.

“Of course.”

“What have you been doing while you think about me?”

“Oh, you want to hear how you’ve disrupted my sleep and made me hard and restless and distracted and turned everything upside down?” he asks.

“Yes,” I admit.

He pinches one nipple. “Naughty girl. Youlikehaving three men all wound up over you, don’t you?”

“Yes.” My breathing is coming faster now and I’m moving quicker, feeling my orgasm building.

“Well, I’ve been hard every night, wrapping my hand around my cock, thinking about your mouth, your ass, your breasts, imagining this tight pussy andwantingall of it,” he tells me. “Even last night when you were with Wyatt.”

That makes my pussy clench.

He tugs on my nipple and squeezes my hip. “I’ve imagined you spread out, bent over, on your knees. Every way to pleasure you. I loved and hated knowing you were getting filled up and stretched out last night. That was so fucking dirty and hot and horrible at the same time.”

I’m moving over my clit faster now, lifting and lowering myself faster, fucking him faster.

“But everything about you, everything about your pleasure—whether it’s how you take your pancakes to seeing you with those dogs to knowing how to suck on your clit and make you come—has been amazing for me, Brooke. I’ve loved being here with you. I’ve loved getting to know you. Andfuck, this body iseverythingand more than I dreamed of. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Wyatt had said something similar last night, and it had the same effect. It amped up the lust, but also started a warmer, softer burn that I am very afraid is me becoming addicted to this. To him. To them.

I lower myself so my breasts are against his chest and kiss him deeply. He wraps an arm around my waist, holding me still and taking over, pounding up into me.

I just hang on and let the pleasure rip through me as my orgasm hits.

“Fuck, yes, come on me just like that. Just. Like. That,” he says, emphasizing the words with deep thrusts. He groans. “Yes. Yes, Brooke.Yes!” Then he stiffens under me, then stills.

I relax against him, my ear against his thundering heart.

After a few minutes, he stirs. He trails his fingers up and down my back.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Very, very, very okay,” I tell him, not moving. “But can I stay right here for another hour or so?”

He wraps his arms around me. “You can stay right here forever if you want to.”

I don’t stay forever.

In my room Sunday morning after forcing myself to leave Jackson’s warm and comfortable bed, I take a quick shower and turn on music on the ancient clock radio my grandmother left behind on the nightstand, hoping it will drown out the conversation I need to have with my best friend, Sophie.

After learning that Luke overheard me getting friendly with my vibrator the other night, I don’t want to be overheard.

I have to talk to someone about this weekend before I burst, but I don’t want any of the guys to know what I’m saying because, well, because I’m about to gush.

“Hey!” Sophie picks up my call right away. “How’s studying? Are you back home? We can hang out tonight if you want.”

“So… I’m still up north. I kind of got ambushed by friends of my brother.” I perch on the edge of the bed and bite my lip. I have no idea how to tell her what exactly has happened because it’s frankly a little unbelievable.

“That sounds hot. Are they cute? And what do you mean by ambushed? I’m not following.”

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