Page 37 of Ensnared
“You won’t,” I insist. “It feels incredible.”
He doesn’t relent, only holding me tighter. He’s so deep inside me, our bodies are flush together. Then Ty moves, rocking his hips up from below. The slick slide of his cock inside me is electric, and I moan, letting myself be taken by them. Jack hisses at Ty’s movements, and his hands come around me again to pinch my nipples.
Their motions are minimal at first, as we all get used to this new dynamic. But soon, Jack catches Ty’s rhythm, and they surge inside me, each thrust sending me closer to my orgasm. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’m so grateful it’s them I’ve decided to trust.
My climax hits me from out of nowhere, a blinding crash of pleasure that has my body snapping taut. I arch my back and grind down on Ty’s cock, catching them both by surprise.
“Oh, fuck!” Jack shouts. “Skye!”
He comes with a roar, working me faster, harder, until he shudders and clutches me tight. Ty follows a moment later, his head snapping back. He grips my hips with crushing force and surges up inside me, his rhythm no longer contained. He climaxes with my name on his lips, and it’s the hottest image I’ve ever seen. This moment will be seared into my brain forever.
Behind me, Jack shivers again, then slowly pulls out of me. I whimper at the absence of him, and he immediately runs a hand down my back to comfort me.
“Come on,” he says and helps me stand. “We need to get cleaned up.”
I’m a mess. As I follow Jack into his bathroom, I catch a glimpse of my wild hair in the mirror. My skin is flushed. I look down at myself and see my breasts are pink from where Jack pleasured me. The sight sends a curl of warmth to my core, and I wonder whether it’ll always be like this—that one reminder of what they do to me will turn me on, even after I’ve had such a mind-blowing orgasm.
Ty shuffles into the bathroom behind us, his grin relaxed and blissed-out. He steps right up to me, palms the back of my head, and kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine in a lazy, erotic dance.
“That was spectacular,” he murmurs against my lips, then gives me another kiss. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
I can’t either, but my body is sore. Jack seems to know what I’m thinking, because his lopsided smile turns gentle.
“Not today,” he assures me. “Come on.”
He turns on the water in his walk-in shower, and we all crowd inside. If I thought I was going to have some privacy, these two men prove me wrong. They carefully wash every inch of my body, stroking me with soapy hands. It’s somehow more intimate than what we shared in the bed, because theyknowme now.
Ty kisses my shoulder, hugging me from behind, and he’s hard again.
“Is this a sea dragon thing?” I ask, rocking my ass back. “Because it looks like you’re more than ready for round two.”
He growls in my ear. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Skye.”
I meet Jack’s gaze, and he’s grinning down at me, wicked intent in his eyes.
“I think we can figure something out,” I mutter just before I sink to my knees.
Fourteen
Skye
By next morning,I’m pretty sure I’ve had all the orgasms a person can reasonably have within a night. I mean, there must be a limit to what a body is capable of. I’m wrung out, my muscles limp with pleasurable exhaustion. I felt Ty leave earlier, whispering something about breakfast. The last thing I want to do is get up, but we all have our jobs to do, and the pale gray light streaming in from behind the curtains tells me it’s time to move.
I nudge Jack gently. “Hey, you. It’s time for work.”
He groans and rolls over, hiding his head under the pillow. His broad, muscled back is uncovered, and I stare unabashedly at his beautiful tattoo of the ocean that’s curling from his triceps to his shoulder blade and lower. One day, he’ll tell me the full story behind it, but it’s too early for questions.
It’s incredible, this feeling that I’ve finally found my place. I’m not going anywhere, and we have all the time in the world to catch up on each other’s lives.
I kick off the covers, then slip into Jack’s bathroom for a shower. I’m already thinking of how I’m going to tackle Aiden’s list. I need equipment from Anchorage, but who knows when he’ll trust me enough to let me fly there.
I don’t know whether it’s the way my body still throbs with aftershocks of desire from last night or the thought of Aiden himself, but I’m suddenly imagining him here with me in the shower. His fierce frown, his intense gaze—I can’t lie to myself and say that he doesn’t turn me on. He’d push me up against the wall, his powerful body flush with mine. There would be no soft smiles or gentle moves. I felt his strength while he carried me from the forest, and even though I protested at the time, I couldn’t help but be impressed with how easy it was for him. That sharp brain of his is a mystery, yet sometimes the way he looks at me burns me from the inside.
My hand is halfway down my belly so I can make myself come, quickly, but then I close my fingers into a fist and turn the water to cold.
No. I’m not going down that road with a guy who doesn’t really want me. And I don’t want to mess up Jack’s and Ty’s relationship with him either, so I’ll be keeping my hands to myself and not daydreaming any more about that grumpy dragon.
With that thought, I shiver under the cold spray and hurry out of the bathroom. Jack still hasn’t woken up, so I poke him in the ribs a couple of times, until he twitches and sits up, glowering.
