Page 31 of Home to the Hollow

I stop inches from the arrogant dick, feeling my temper spike as blood thrums in my veins. A strange sensation of righteous indignation is flooding through me, and I don’t for the life of me know why I believe my safety should trump anything they had going on. I barelyknowthese dudes, but I’m pissed as hell.

“Sometimes, finishing what you started is better than leaving things undone.” His smirk catches my attention, and he steps closer. “You wouldn’t want to be left wanting, now would you, magpie?”

It’s like my entire field of vision fills with red at his implication, and every inch of my body acts on a primal instinct. There’s a screech, two yowls, and a tumbling of limbs before we hit the ground. I can’t focus on anything but the overwhelming drive within to teach this snarky bird watcher a lesson on who’s in charge. A shiver of cold runs through me and another screech, this one louder and deeper, echoes over the hills.

The redness fades when hands slide over my arms—more hands than should be possible—and it’s replaced with a hunger deep in my belly. My skin flushes, my core heats, and my legs wrap around… someone. Soft whispers fill my mind, and I can’t make out what they’re saying, but I know it’s important. I strain to hear them, but as a cool breeze skates over my feverish body, other voices pull me back to reality.

“Sugarplum…”

A hand caresses my face, and a deep, musical tone murmurs in my ear. “Magpie, you’re so hot Lucy is cooling you down. I’m gonna slide these clothes off and…”

“Yours, too,” I mutter, sifting through the haze in my mind.

“Sugarplum, I don’t think you realize...” Wolfie starts, his voice soft and unsure.

A low, throaty laugh escapes my lips, and if I wasn’t so damned consumed, it’d surprise me. I’ve never made a sound like that in my life, but something is spilling inside of me. “My darling Wolfie. I knowexactlywhat you were doing before you arrived. Now, hush, and take what I’m offering.”

“Hell, Lucy, don’t argue with the woman. Strip and be merry with us,” Presley says, his eyes dancing with excitement behind the thick frames.

Wolfie does as he’s asked, crawling over to my side to help me tug off the deep purple workout tank. Presley works the yoga pants down once he’s bared, and whistles as he looks up at us. My current lover’s tan stands out against my pale skin, and where I’m all curves, he’s hard planes and muscle. Roving my gaze over him in return, the corner of my lips quirk.

“What’s going through your mind, magpie? Do I not meet your standards?”

I snort, taking in the corded muscles in his legs and calves, his strong thighs, the deep ‘V’ at his waist, and his abs. He’s absolutelycoveredin tatts under the lines of his clothes, and it must have taken years to sit for all that ink. His entire frame is a sleeve, including… I peek at his bobbing cock—yep, that, too—and lick my lips. “You’ll do.”

That draws a genuine laugh from Hottie McBaby vet, and his body finally relaxes. “Sugarplum says you’ll do, Prez. Should we show her what exactly we’ll do?”

Uh, yes, the fuck you should.

“I think she’s cooled down enough that we can, Lucy,” the doc murmurs, kneeling on the grass beside me. “But first, she needs to tell us what’s so funny.”

Reaching up, I grab his neck and tug him down with more strength than I usually apply. “If you earn it, I will.”

His grin is broad as I squeeze lightly, and he wrestles away, dropping his head to my nipples. His teeth tug at the shields in all the right ways, and I know he’s done this before. Neither Edgar nor Wolfie were bad, but someone whoknowshow to play with piercings is always gonna win that contest. I bury my fingers in his dirty blond locks as my back arches, and a soft laugh whispers against my side as Wolfie scoots further down.

“Y’know, sugarplum, I’ve decided right about here…” His mouth touches my pussy lightly and whatever he does to Presley elicits a moan that vibrates over my nipples. “… might be my new favorite place.”

How in seven hells do you argue with that?

I don’t, and neither does the doc. His fingers replace his lips as he nips around the heavy curves of my breasts. I tug on his hair, and he bites harder, making my thighs fall apart. Wolfie pushes them further and buries his face in me, his own teeth nibbling along my folds in time with Presley.

Are these dudes fucking mind readers or are they that in sync?

A pinch on my nipple brings me back and I open my eyes, looking down at my new lover with hooded lids. “You gonna tease me or fuck me, Doc?”

His eyes dance. “Little of column A, little of column B. Lucy’s getting you ready. If you could control that mouth of yours, you could lie back and enjoy.”

Second time this week a guy with his face in my tits has said that. I should make a t-shirt.

“Perhaps you could put it to better use?” I suggest, batting my lashes at him coquettishly. “I’d be a poor orgy host if I didn’t offer my services.”

Wolfie’s head pops up, and he grins, his chin wet with my juices. “Point of order, sugarplum. This is a threesome. An orgy requires a few more bodies.”

I almost scream in frustration when all sexy activity stops. “Thank you, McDreamy. Now, could you and McSteamy go back to making me come so we can all get off before the sun comes up?”

His answer is to dive back in so enthusiastically that my thighs shake. Presley winks and adjusts as I asked, planking over my body until I can reach for his cock. With a growl of pleasure, I tug his hips down and swallow him as far as possible as my hips grind against Wolfie’s lips and tongue. I may not have expected the old six-nine, but his face meets his lover’s and they do something in tandem that makes my eyes roll back into my head so far, they may never return.

Slaps and moans and rumbles fill the night with sound, and when I feel like I’m about to fall over the edge, I vow to take them with me. Scraping my teeth over his cock as I hum my way up his length, I raise my hips one more time. The wave crashes into me like a rush of warmth filling my entire body, and I lose myself in the haze that settles over my mind.

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