Page 74 of Her Wild Coast Refuge

I caress her soft breasts, teasing her peaks between my fingers.

Our kisses turn heated. I love how eager she is, how brave.

Quinn strokes the flare of her hips. “You ready for more, sweet girl?”

She pulls away, a desperate longing in her eyes. “Please, Dawson,” she whispers.

I unbuckle and slip my jeans off. Lexie kisses me and feathers a slow caress down my chest, then gently grips me. My thighs tense, and I grit my teeth.

She breaks away and lowers down, taking me into her mouth. I savor her warmth and the tenderness in her caresses.

I comb her hair back from her face. “That feels so good.”

Quinn caresses her everywhere, his focus completely on her, his face calm, reverent. It’s a look that pegs me right in the heart.

My yearning peaks to a painful ache. I start to shiver.

I should be grateful for these perfect moments, but I already want more. More of her warmth and quickening breaths, more of her desire and curiosity. More laughter and tenderness.

More.

Quinn strokes between her thighs, whispering tender praises. Lexie groans, the vibration heightening all of my senses.

That she’s trusting us to explore her desires like this turns my feelings inside out.

A wild tension builds between us as we move, creating a fragile, delicious form of trust and belonging.

My release comes so fast I squeeze Lexie’s shoulder to hold onto this moment for as long as I can. To drink in the sweetness and rush of joy lighting me up. Because waiting on the other side is the choice I need to make, one I’m not ready for.

We don’t makeit to the ghost town. The whipped cream is our downfall, and we all end up in the shower.

“Is there a meaning behind this?” she asks as we’re drying off. She points to my only tattoo, a pale blue swallow etched below my heart. “Quinn has one too.”

“It’s for someone we lost,” I reply, tugging into my jeans.

She slips on her camisole, her brow furrowed in empathy. “I’m sorry.”

“It happened at Hawthorne. Quinn and I would sneak out to the school bus at night. We’d fool around and talk for hours.”

Until then, I’d never felt close to another person, let alone two.

“During our senior year, on one of the treks, something happened between Odessa and one of the leaders,” Quinn says, gathering up our towels. “A month later, she tried to take her life.”

Lexie grimaces. “That’s awful.”

I kiss her forehead, fighting the painful memory. “We made her promise to never do it again. But it was a promise she couldn’t keep.”

“I’m so sorry,” Lexie says. “Hawthorne sounds like a terrible place.”

“Quinn liked it,” I say with a grin in his direction. Anything to break this somber mood.

Quinn grunts. “Compared to where I’d come from, it was a cakewalk.”

“What were you like in school?” I ask her.

“Trouble.” She smiles, sliding on her jeans. “I don’t like rules. Or sitting still.”

I pinch her side, and she yips. “Why am I not surprised?”

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