Page 99 of Recurve Ridge

Her head drifted lower to rest on his shoulder after he broke the kiss, both of their chests heaving. A show of defiance vied against victory to decorate his angular face.

No one moved, and she didn’t object.

“Sundress season,” Will whispered reverently.

Positioning Mari on his lap the way he wanted, Alan applied pressure to her thighs, drawing the pale flesh apart. He stroked his fingertip up the inside of her legs over the scars marring her skin. The lines had faded, but the heavier marks would remain, a forever reminder of her trauma.

My rage stoked anew. I watched them through slitted eyes, forcing myself to remain still as he murmured more soft things we couldn’t hear into her ear. She shivered, grabbing at his wrists, but let him open her legs until her knees dangled off his thighs in a reverse straddle.

Her dress hiked up, her thighs spread open, the growing wet spot on her panties visible to everyone in the room. She released a shaky breath, relaxing for a second before her eyes flew open, clearly remembering that we watched. A deep pink flush stained her exposed chest, traveling up to her cheeks, and her gaze locked with mine.

Watching Alan brushing light fingers over her nipples and along her throat as she arched back might have been one of the sexiest moments of my life. The damp spot on her pretty white panties glistened, her arousal leaking around the scalloped edges as she held my gaze.

Jon shifted at my side, his breaths coming heavier. The room grew pensive. I didn’t break my concentration from the show Alan was putting on, though awareness of the other three sets of eyes locked on the girl laid open before us flickered at the edges of my attention.

Biding my time, I waited until Alan kissed her again, spearing his tongue into her mouth at the same time as he stroked her covered pussy. She writhed for him, spread open for a one-man feast.

I turned my head and spoke out of the corner of my mouth. “Let him play. We’ll have our turn.”

Jon grunted, crossing tense arms over his chest.

More than one of us sported a raging boner; every man in the room watching her wanted the same thing: to push those panties aside and drive himself balls deep into her searing heat. Hell, even Miller gripped the windowsill with whitened knuckles to prevent himself from acting on whatever dark fantasy crossed his tortured mind.

Mari whimpered again, wriggling on Alan’s lap, though for a different reason than before. He worked his fingers along her covered mound until her panties soaked to the dripping point. She rubbed herself against him, her head thrown back as he kissed her senseless. I doubted she knew what she looked like, splayed over his body, reacting to every touch with a fresh surge of need that scented the air of a cabin full of predators homed in on fresh prey.

When she stiffened in his arms, her body tensing as she sucked shallow, irregular breaths from the overheated room, his time ran out.

“Stop.” My voice rang through the room, enhanced by years of practice.

Alan broke the kiss with a smile, releasing her with one hand, and reached between them to free his cock.

I held his eyes when he looked at me and shook my head once.

His mouth dropped open, the hand hovering over her dripping slit freezing midstroke. “What?”

I ignored his plea. “Hold her legs open.”

“Robe,” she breathed, blinking lust-drunk eyes as she tried to focus on me.

Guilt flashed across her face, warring with desire as she opened her mouth. Nothing came out except that pretty pink little tongue wetting her lips.

I’d never seen a sight so damn alluring in my life as Mari stared up at me, breath leaving her kiss-bitten lips in sharp pants.

“A little while ago, you two had fun without me.” I watched Mari and ignored Alan, despite the objections he formed that went nowhere. Jon growled at my side, and he froze in place. “Jealousy crippled me that day. It should have been me kissing you with my hand in your pants.” Mari whimpered at my description, but I needed them to hear me out. “Alan. You’ve had your playtime. I hope it was worth risking my wrath. You can sit this one out.”

Mari looked like she’d stopped breathing altogether. I stepped forward, ignoring the protests of the man beneath her. Neither spoke as I tapped Alan’s open hands with a hard finger, canting my head to one side.

“Open her legs.”

Alan’s eyes lit on me, filled with disquiet and twisted arousal at the situation I forced him into. “Sir.”

I couldn’t tell if his tone reflected regret, but it didn’t matter. His hands planted on Mari’s thighs, he spread his legs wide, tilting her ass up for access. With her legs flung over his, she had no choice but to follow his cues. Held open, exposed, she shuddered her arousal on his taut body, the heady scent of her need permeating the air.

Even at this angle, I could see his straining cock jammed against the crack of her ass. I didn’t give a fuck if he got off or not, but he wouldn’t go behind my back ever again.

“Is this okay, Mari?” I trailed my fingertips along her scars, kneeling to lick each faint white line.

Her muscles tensed, but she could wait for her pleasure. Alan had jumped the gun on pushing her and could have done more damage than good. That he’d been right irked me. Still, I refused to continue until she showed me I wasn’t forcing her for my own purposes. My control frayed thin, I raised my head, resting my cheek on the inside of her thigh.

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