Page 21 of Married to the Beasts
“That’s reasonable,” Conal tells her as I fight with my urge to resist her request. It’s not that I have any problem being faithful to one woman. It’s more the fact that commitment has bitten me in the ass so hard that I still have scars.
Conal’s the one who rushed into this marriage, and it wasn’t my choice, but I want to be with Hazel, and if being faithful to her is what makes her comfortable, then that’s what I’ll do.
“You’re the only woman I want to be with, and the only woman I’m going to be with,” Conal tells her.
Bron cuffs her lower leg in his hand and squeezes. “Me too.”
When I catch her eye, I say, “Me too, Hazel. Just you.”
She looks around at all of us, her pretty lashes fluttering. “I’m surprised that’s something you can all agree to so easily. I know you’ve enjoyed the company of a lot of women.”
“That’s in the past,” Conal says, “and it’s probably not as many as you think.”
She nods, taking this in.
“You ready for bed?” Conal asks her. “You’re probably exhausted.”
“I’m not that tired,” she says coyly, sending all the blood in my body south.
Conal shoots me a look, then sends it Bron’s way.Take it easy,his eyes warn.
Even if Hazel wasn’t a virgin, this has to be a lot for her. She doesn’t even remember getting married, and now she has not just one new husband, but three.
But there's no time like the present to show her how good we can make her feel.
RAFE
“How about another kiss, then?” I pull her back down to the mattress and stretch out beside her, drawing her head toward mine. My cock responds yet again when she meets my lips with an enticing combination of shyness and eagerness.
Conal lies down on her other side, and after the better part of a minute, I pull away so he can turn her in his direction. While he’s kissing her, I let my hand roam: over her hip, across her middle, up along her side, down her arm.
As she relaxes, I skim across her chest, just under the fullness of her breasts, so soft and unrestrained beneath the flannel. When I pass my flattened palm over her nipples, she wriggles on the bed and a soft moan vibrates deep in her throat.
I put my focus there, and it’s not long before her nipples push against the fabric of her pajamas and her breathing grows shallow. When I slip my fingers into the gap between buttons and pinch one of those tight peaks, she gasps against Conal’s mouth.
“Does that feel good?” I stroke my thumb rapid-pace over her nipple, and Hazel nods just as quickly.
I break only long enough to undo the top buttons of her shirt, then return to her breasts, teasing and tormenting them until she can’t lie still. Conal keeps on kissing her, whispering tender and spicy things to her in between, and Bron finally joins us, stroking her thighs, and eventually zeroing in on the sweet spot between her legs.
He rubs her there, over her flannel pants, and it only seems to take a few passes before she starts to gasp. Bron and I keep at it, as Conal tells her, “Yes, that’s it, let yourself go. Go on, Hazel, we’ve got you.”
She’s quiet when she comes, but there’s no mistaking it. Her back arches, her head rolls back, and her chest heaves in time with her moans. Her hands squeeze into fists, and her eyes stay shut long after the waves wash over her.
When I kiss her cheek, her lashes flutter open.
“How was that?”
“That felt really good.”
“You should get some sleep now,” Conal tells her.
“Yeah?” Her dazed eyes open wider; she’s surprised that this is where we’re stopping.
“We don’t want to overwhelm you,” Conal says.
I pull down the covers and invite Hazel to crawl in, and love the fact that she doesn’t bother to close the buttons on her shirt. Before Conal has a chance to lay claim to her, I climb in beside her and tuck her under my arm, wrapping the other around her, cupping her breast in my hand.
It’s good to have a woman in my arms again.
