Page 101 of Recurve Ridge

Her nails tore at the back of my neck. She’d leave marks, and I loved it. I wanted my girl never to be afraid to touch me—to mark or need any of us—that way. She’d suffered enough.

I hung over them both, my arms braced on the back of Alan’s chair. Mari sighed, pinned between us, a soft smile curving her plumped lips. Her body fluttered around mine as I rained tender kisses on her mouth.

“I love you,” she murmured, nuzzling my cheek.

Those three little words said so much more, three important words that every man in the room heard. Purple-ringed eyes locked on mine, her lust and need rising to the forefront tinged with a heavy dose of love.

“I love you, too, sweetheart. So fucking much. All of you,” I added, shifting my gaze to find Alan.

He nodded, sweat dripping from his forehead, reaching between us to press a trembling hand to my cheek for a moment. I kissed his knuckles, providing him the forgiveness he sought. Alan fell back, blue eyes drifting closed as he fought for breath.

Murmurs filled the room, but my eyes were solely for the two people before me, our bodies still entwined. Tiny flutters started around my cock as I softened to half-mast. I knew I should be ready to go again in minutes with Mari, but this time she’d wrung me dry.

I lifted her to my chest as I slid free of her warmth, leaving Alan in a similar state as when we started. The front of his jeans was darkened, a glistening smear coating his belly where his shirt hitched up. He gave me a tired salute, unmoving from the chair as his eyes closed again.

I backed up, tucking myself away with one hand while balancing her in my arms. Her scent swirled around me, leaving me dizzy with freshly suppressed need. I’d never have enough of this woman.

I pressed my lips to her temple, repeating his words to her from earlier. “Imagine what it would be like if we had you together.”

Alan groaned, reaching down to free himself, working his cock again. Someone behind him laughed, though I didn’t check who.

I smiled against her heated skin. Alan’s torture had been fun to prolong, but now….

I crossed the room to Jon. Surprise lit his face as his eyes met mine, and I shifted her into his arms. He gathered her close, holding her to his chest like a coveted treasure. I knew he hadn’t touched himself the entire time, though it must have killed him to watch someone else fuck her in front of him—again.

“Hold her” was all I said, redirecting her body so her legs slid around his waist.

She latched on to him, pressing her forehead to his shoulder while he stared at me with eyes hard as flint over her mussed curls.

“Robe….”

“You need her. She needs you.”

Mari raised her head, pressing her lips to his chest through his shirt. I reached between them and ripped the buttons open so she could access his skin. Arousal swarmed straight to my cock, but I ignored it, focusing onthem.My own need should be long sated, but the sight of her with him rekindled everything.

Jon’s lips parted on a heavy breath as she leaned in and flicked her tongue over his sweat-beaded skin. I slid my hand lower, but he caught my wrist, pushing me away.

“No.” He fixed me with a biting glare that warned me I’d hit a hard limit. “You can’t screw with me or placate me like Alan. If she wants me, she can say so, and I’ll fuck her myself.”

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JON

I held Robe’s glare,waiting until the corner of his mouth curled up in a sensual smirk I wanted to lick right off his face.

He shrugged. “Whatever suits you.”

“This suits me.” I grazed my chin against Mari’s cheek to push her head back. If she kept kissing me like that, I’d come in my jeans like Alan. That would do neither of us any good. “Robe asked you before, Mari. Are you too sore? Do you want this?” He’d been rough with her. I gave her the chance to deny me. Whatever she said, I would do it, no matter how much I fucking ached.

Her eyes still glazed from the rough-and-tumble two men already gave her, she met my gaze and nodded. Her cheek brushed my lips, and she pressed sweet kisses to my beard. Despite already being covered in sweat and sex, her body rubbed against mine like a kitten in its first heat.

“I want you, Jon.”

My chest loosened. I leaned forward, parting her lips with my tongue. This would be quick, rougher than I intended. But after the scene that Alan and Robe had played out, I had little control of my own remaining in addition to what I needed to get her off. And I wanted to give her pleasure on my own, away from the rest of the horny assholes overpopulating the room, even if my resolve shattered the first time around.

I kissed her harder, delving deep. I didn’t want to hurt her, bang her into a wall, and screw her thoughtlessly when she’d already been through enough. Levering my thighs wider apart in preparation to hold us both as she purred against my mouth, I struggled not to throw her to the floor and fuck my need out into her flesh.

The soundtrack of her moans lanced straight to my cock, pushing me past the point of no return. I ripped at my jeans, fisting myself the moment I freed my cock and notching myself at her entrance.

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