Page 81 of Recurve Ridge

I licked her tears one at a time, then returned to her mouth. Salt mingled with the scent of her pleasure from my tongue. A large hand cupped the back of my head, and a dainty heel arrived against my ass, both pressing me deeper.

“Fuck her, Robe.” Jon’s voice strained even as he encouraged me to sink into her, his body braced to take the brunt of my need that he understood well.

I acknowledged his plea with a short jerk of my head and began to move within her, taking care to note every twinge, every touch pushing me back to grant her reprieve, but none came.

She clung to me, lifting her lower body to meet every thrust. My control edged to its hard limit, I gave in to the need to rut her harder, unable to breathe as she took my full length time and again. Our moans mingled, tangling in an unreserved symphony that filled the cabin.

Her body rocked faster against mine, soft cries ripping from her lips as she clenched down hard a third time. Jon’s fingers slid over her stomach to circle her clit, his breath heavy beneath her.

Mari’s hot little pussy pulsed around my cock, taking me with her into oblivion as I roared her name, claiming her for whatever damned future we might eke out together.

20

JON

Robe’s bedroomsmelled of sated obsession. The two bodies slumped over mine were coated in sweat and sex that seeped onto my damp jeans. I rested against the headboard of my best friend’s bed and tried not to disturb them. Rousing either Robe or Mari would be a mistake, but I had another reason for remaining frozen.

I swallowed back the heady arousal Mari’s body offered, slung languid and boneless across mine, my best friend still embedded deep within her soft curves. Her peach-perfect ass split around me, soft and warm and so fucking tempting. The ceiling offered a focal point but such a boring one that it did next to nothing to distract me from the need raging in my jeans beneath a pretty, worn-out girl that more than one bodily organ of mine ached to claim.

Nor did the hard hand the same size as mine that gripped my fingers too tight offer a great enough distraction. I dropped my gaze to meet Robe’s and let him attempt to break me. The pain finally gave me what I needed. When my cock no longer strained against the confines of my jeans, I managed to suck in enough oxygen to prevent my head from spinning.

“Thanks.”

“I should be thanking you.” Robe uncurled his fingers one at a time, shaking out the stiff joints as he flexed his hand. “Without you, I’d never?—”

“Of course you would. Stop doubting her. And yourself,” I muttered from beneath the girl in question dozing on my stomach.

Fresh arousal threatened at the sight of her spread over me, the scent of their joining leaking over my jeans. I bit the inside of my cheek, savoring the metallic tang. Their combined weight was the sort of torturous pleasure I’d take more of nightly.

Hell, I might even have a go at Robe if this kept up. A grin grew at the thought of the battle I’d face onthatfront.

A wary look creased his face. He eased back, drawing a blanket over Mari. Her legs tangled and draped around mine. “You all right with her?”

“You mean I don’t have to put up with you snoring all night again?”

“Fuck off. I’m going to shower. Then I’ll have her back.”

“Hell no. You already shared. What if it’s my turn?”

His wicked grin matched my own. “Maybe one day….”

“No.” I expulsed the word in a cold rush. “No way in hell. One at a time. Nothing more.” I held his gaze.

“Do I get a say in this?” Mari piped up from the region of my stomach.

“No,” we shouted her down together. I eased back to stare down at her. “No, Mari. We could damage you past the point of what we could fix. WhatIcould fix. Neither of us wants that. Ever.” I traced my thumb over her cheek as she offered me a lazy smile. I refused to risk more, no matter our desires.

Robe nodded as I drew her along my body to rest her curled form on my shoulder and tucked the blanket around her. I checked where my best friend stood.

His expression had turned inward, pensive. A wry smile cocked one corner of his mouth as he caught me watching. He rubbed a hand over his hair and turned for the shower without another word.

My attention returned to Mari. She rolled onto her stomach, pressing her body along the length of mine. I dropped a kiss on the top of her head, stretching my shoulders against the headboard.

“Thank you, Jon,” she mumbled into my chest.

I clasped the back of her head, drawing her tight against me, reveling in the little sigh that slipped from her along with the last remnant of her wakefulness.

In all honesty, I hadn’t minded Robe calling me in to share their first time together. Hell, better me than Alan, who didn’t possess the physical strength to hold Robe back if his control snapped, or Miller, who was as likely to kill the girl as fuck her himself. Jury was out on Will, who harbored his personal cache of damage and secrets.

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