Page 22 of Married to the Beasts
When I wake up in the morning, Hazel’s still beside me, but I’m no longer holding her. Conal’s arm is draped over her hip.
We apparently forgot to close the blackout curtains, because the room is bright, making it easy to see that Hazel’s already fully awake.
“Morning,” she says quietly, looking shy again.
I find her hand and bring it to my mouth to kiss the back of it. “Good morning. Did you sleep okay?”
She nods. “Really well.”
When I brush stray hairs out of her face, she says, “I must look a mess.”
“You look gorgeous.”
She smiles sweetly, though I’m not sure she believes me. “Before yesterday, I’d never even slept in a bed with a man,” she whispers, considerate of my sleeping brothers.
“No?” When she shakes her head, I say, “We can be greedy and hog the covers, but there is a benefit to sharing your bed with men.”
“Keeping me warm?”
I hold up a finger, then raise another. “Okay, two benefits.”
Keeping my eyes on hers, I slide my hand under the covers, over the smooth, bare skin of her belly, and cup her between her legs. She’s hot there, even through the fabric.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and I take that as a sign that she’s ready for something more. Backtracking a few inches, I slip my fingers under her flannel, inside her panties, and dip them into her curls.
Her mouth opens in a silent gasp when I pause at her clit. She opens her legs a couple of inches when I stroke further down, and fuck, she’s already wet. Soft and hot and wet, and damn, this is going to be torture. The good kind of torture, but damn.
I return to her clit with a slippery finger and tease it, circling, stroking, pressing, and though she tries to stay quiet, it’s my mission to make that impossible.
Conal rouses when she starts to whimper, and he watches with sleepy eyes as I push her over the edge. She cries out, and her body tenses as she surrenders to a climax apparently stronger than last night’s. It lasts longer, too, and I feel immensely satisfied that I made it happen.
“What a way to wake up,” Conal says when she opens her eyes. He brushes his thumb over her lower lip, then kisses her. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Now she looks embarrassed as well as shy. A couple more mornings like this will help her get over both of those things.
“Are you ready for another?” Conal asks her.
She frowns at him. “Another what?”
“Another orgasm.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can do that. Not twice right in a row.”
“Sure you can.” With a wild grin, he dives under the covers as I watch Hazel’s pretty green eyes open wider than I’ve seen them.
Her pajama pants go flying, followed by her underwear, and Conal’s head settles in between her legs as Hazel’s face cycles through so many emotions it’s hard to keep up. She’s shocked and astonished, and quickly overwhelmed.
I move behind her, so I can hold her in my arms and support her upper body as she starts to lose control. From this position, I have easy access to her breasts as Conal sends her over the top not once, but twice.
Even though he’s a heavy sleeper, Bron’s wide awake now, and I remind him with a look that we need to take things slow. There’s nothing I’d like better right now than to sink balls deep into this woman, but it can’t happen yet.
When Conal emerges triumphant, Bron nudges him over, eager to take his place.
“She’s probably worn out,” Conal says.
“I’ll be very gentle.” Bron says this like it’s an oath.
Hazel’s shaking her head and giggling, still breathing like she can’t quite catch her breath. “This can’t behappening,” she says finally. “There’s no way I could?—”
