Page 44 of Their Reluctant Catch

I’ve almost forgotten we aren’t alone in the room. I lift my head and look at Colton. I might be a dominant man, but I defer to my brother as I would when working on theSea Spirit. I’m happy to let Colton be the captain on the ship and in the bedroom.

“Savannah, my brother is in pain. Help him out.”

She turns her head toward him like in question. Colton inclines his head and stares at my crotch.

My jeans are dark with wetness around the zipper.

Savannah turns back to me and licks her lips. “Permission to touch, Sir?”

Oh, yeah!

I keep my cool and tilt my head in acquiescence. “You may, sub.”

I hold out my hands to the side as Savannah works the button and zipper with sleek, clever fingers before shoving her hands beneath the waistband, to my ass, and shoving the jeans over my thighs and legs, until they puddle at my ankles. I’m commando and my cock almost springs out to point directly at her face. My cock knows what he wants.

“Suck him, Starling.”

Savannah doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t tease. She wraps her lips around my cock, and I groan at that first sensation. Her mouth is warm and wet. She has impeccable instincts and reads my body language as she starts to work my length. My heart races, and my breathing quickens. A tingling starts in my chest and creeps down my arms toward my hands.

“That’s it.” I groan as she teases the sensitive ridge beneath the head using her devious little tongue. “Just like that.”

My body heat rises as her tongue works its magic. I can’t help but thrust my hips forward, wanting more. She takes me deeper, and I can feel the back of her throat. My eyes cross when she swallows around the head of my dick.

“Fuck, Savannah.”

I grip her hair, holding her in place as I let go. I pump my hips. Her fingernails dig into my upper legs, and the little pinpricks of pain seem to spur on my release.

“I’m gonna come! You need to pull back if you don’t want to swallow,” I warn.

But she doesn’t let go. Instead, she glides her fingers around my legs so she can grip the underside of my buttocks.

I shout as the first spurt of my release hits the back of her throat, and I shudder when she swallows. Jet after jet, I offload every bit of built-up lust and tension, and she drinks down every drop. When I’m spent, it takes me a few moments to catch my breath and realize I’m still deep in her mouth and holding the back of her head. I release her and take a cautious step backward. Have I been too rough?

Savannah opens her eyes, licks her lips, and gives me a radiant smile. “Thank you, Sir.”

This woman!

I pull her up to me and kiss her deeply. I can taste myself on her lips, but I don’t care. I plunder her mouth and love how she yields beneath me.

Tying her to the bed sounds better and better to me, because we’re never going to let her go.

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Savannah

Todd ends our kiss by giving my bottom lip a nip hard enough to sting but not enough to break the skin. He urges me to stand up and turn.

“Here, Brother, have a taste of her. She’s sweet like honey.”

Colton wraps me in his strong arms and claims my mouth. His beard is longer and softer than his brother’s, and so is his hair. He takes the kiss deep, and I stroke his back and shoulders, enjoying the rippling of the muscles beneath my hands.

I love male bodies, and Colton and Todd are gorgeous—well-built and muscled from dedicated manual labor rather than hanging around in gyms.

I’m panting when he pulls back, and his lips quirk sardonically. “Still green.”

Oh, definitely, although I’m even more desperate to be fucked now. I don’t voice that, though. From the set of his jaw, he might keep me on edge for hours, and I really, really want an orgasm. “Green, Sir.”

His smile widens, and the lines beside his brown, glittering eyes deepen.

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