Page 59 of Love Bitters

I snort softly, making my belly jump against Thatcher's cheek.

"I'll be down here groveling for as long as it takes ‘til you forgive me and then some," he says, gently rubbing his nose across the front of my dress.

"I've already forgiven you, Thatch, because you did the same for me," I say, brushing a hand through his dark hair. "Though the groveling thing may come in handy later on when I start craving things again."

"Done," he vows. "Anything our babies want."

My heart jumps in my chest at his grin when he glances up at me. Things have been so incomplete without him. Shifting my hand lower to palm his cheek, he presses his face further into it, giving me a delicious slight stubble burn at the wrist. I must say, though, I hate seeing the bruises marring his face.

"I want you," I whisper, squeezing Wes's hand with my free one so he knows I haven't forgotten about him. I'm expecting there to be some hesitancy, but it's not what I get.

"Use me as you please, sweet cheeks," he offers.

The nickname takes me back to the cabin when everything wasn't so complicated.Palming his face, I lean down to claim a kiss from his lips. It's the first time we've shared one since the day I told them about the baby, and other than the cuts I'm having to be careful around to not split open again, everything feels the same. As though there was never a break to begin with. His lips are soft, and his tongue begs for entrance almost immediately. It brings a smile to my face, remembering how impatient he is. I lose myself in the heat of the moment, and by the time I'm pulling away from his mouth, I realize my belly is pressed right into his chest. He grins again and drops a kiss on it.

"I don't want to use you," I finally manage to reply. "I just want you."

Holding his arms out wide, he stands, saying, "Take whatever you want, baby. It's all yours anyway. Has been since you wormed your way into our lives in that cabin."

"Regret it yet?" I ask, genuinely needing the answer.

"Not a chance," he assures, adding, "the only thing I regret is all the months I've missed out on loving you for reasons that are crazy all the way around." Taking my hand and leading us over to the side of the bed, he starts undressing, and dear God, I'm no longer upset about the fighting. Not even close. How could I be when the man is stacked with enough muscle that it looks like they're building on top of each other? I love the way the tattoos across his chest flex as he gets naked. The view could only be better if it was beneath me.

"You should lay on your back," I insist. Doing just that, he gives me a great view of his ass as he lays across Wes's bed. Since he's not said anything about it, I assume Wes is okay with the direction things are headed, even with Thatch's naked ass on top of his sheets. Reaching back for my zipper, I'm surprised to find that a pair of hands have beat me to it.

Wes drags the process out for as long as he can, giving Thatch a very slow, teasing show before pushing the dress off my shoulders. It pools at my feet right before my bra follows suit. Wes's hands come up from behind me to cup my breasts as his lips fall to my now naked shoulder and neck. Closing my eyes, I lean back into him. Thinking about Thatcher still lying on his back watching us, has my ass grinding against Wes. He hums against my skin then helps slip off the only piece of clothing I have left on my body. Once the little lace panties join the pile, I carefully crawl up onto the bed, kissing Thatcher's thighs then abs then pecs before finally landing on his lips. I feel his fingers sink into my hair as I kiss him hard.

If it weren't for my belly between us, I'd have thrown a leg over and been riding him already. As it stands, I've got to rise up on my knees before straddling him, and he guides himself inside as I sink down. My uncontrollable moan is needy as fuck, but I don't care. All I know is that I want him like I never have before.

Skimming up the side of my belly with the outside of his fingers, he gently cups my breasts, unknowingly giving my back a little relief.

"Damn," he marvels. "When did your tits get so big?"

"While you were playing fightclub," Wes jests, hopping up on the bed near the headboard. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just going to sit here and jerk off while I watch you."

"Holy shit, dude," Thatch exclaims. "You should keep talking dirty to our girl. She likes it. That pussy just clenched my dick so hard."

He's always been one to voice whatever he wants in the bedroom, but he seems to have gotten a dirtier vocabulary. And he's not wrong. I like it. Rocking my hips against him makes us both groan in pleasure, so I do it again and again until I've got a good steady pace going. His head falls back as he arches into the bed, all the while keeping his hold on my tits, as he calls them.

"Fuck, yes, baby," he's murmuring as I ride him. "Celibacywas so worth the feel of this pussy on my cock right now."

I had wanted to ask, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for the answer. To hear it now, the feeling it brings forth is primal. I ride him harder until we're both panting for air. Covering his tattooed hands with my own, I finally feel myself starting to fall over that edge. What really does me in is when his hands drift down to my hips and he uses them as leverage to fuck me from the bottom. It's unusualand proves just how strong he has to be. The motion hits a new spot, and I come so hard that I'm certain there will be a wet spot left on Wes's bed. Then Thatcher groans deep in his throat and freezes beneath me before I feel his cock jerking as it spills inside of me.

I'm so out of breath I'll need a few minutes before I can take on Wes, but one quick glance at him shows it won't even be necessary. He's already wiping his stomach clean. Seeing my attention on him, he shoots me a smile and a wink.

Thatcher helps me move to lay at his side as we catch our breath.

"It's your turn to promise," I sigh. "No more running for either of us."

He smiles contentedly. "I promise, little squirrel."

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