Page 95 of Little Bird
Then he slips it deeper and my body accepts what’s going on.
And oh my God, I want more. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, thick and pushing and throbbing and so, so forbidden. When he adds a second finger, moving as slowly as he can, he bends over my back and starts whispering.
“Is this okay? If it’s too much, you’ll tell me. Little Bird, you’ll tell me.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s not too much.”
“What do you want?” he growls, sounding pleased.
And there’s only one answer to that.
“You,” I whisper. “Please, Gunner.”
He growls deep in his chest, the sound dark and ecstatic, and something inside me jumps with pride at having pleased him. He pushes me back down on Gabe again, until I’m chest to chest with him, and spreads my ass cheeks even wider. The head of his cock nudges against my opening and I tense, suddenly terrified. He spits on me again and slides his saliva through my crack, and I nearly tell him to stop.
But I don’t. I want this man. I want them both. Need them like I need air to breathe and sun to see.
When his tip finally enters me, I want to scream. He’s bigger than I expected and the feel of him and Gabe being inside me at the same time is almost too much. I can’t handle it. I can’t.
But I do. Gunner holds my hips steady, spreads me one more time, and slips deeper inside me, and suddenly I’m so full, so deeply held, that nothing else matters. I adjust my hips to take more of him, pushing my ass up for him, and he slides deep until I can feel his balls against my pussy.
This is it, I realize. Gabe in my pussy and Gunner in my ass, both of them holding me tightly and showing me exactly how much they love me.
This is home. This is love.
When they start moving, fucking me in tandem, I nearly cry with pleasure, and it’s a matter of minutes—seconds, maybe—before my body is climaxing, the orgasm so intense that it takes my breath away. I see stars against the darkness, colors in the light, and though I can’t hear it, I know I’m chanting as I come for them.
“Baby, baby, baby...”
I’m mindless with pleasure, shattering with love for my men.
And I never want it to end.
Gunner
I’m staring at the paperwork in front of me for several minutes before it occurs to me that my cheeks hurt.
Confused, I put a hand up to one cheek, wondering what I’ve done, and realize that my cheek is full and soft. Pulled up toward my ears.
Tense because I’m smiling.
I wipe the ridiculous look off my face, horrified, but within moments it’s back, and I can’t seem to get rid of it. I stop the smile and do my best to look as stern as possible but then it comes back of its own accord. I try again, going so far as to scrub at my face with my hands, but I can’t get it to stick. The moment I stop concentrating, the smile comes back like my face has found that expression and can’t stop using it.
And I know exactly who’s to blame for it.
I look up to where Taryn is pouring over her own set of papers, a pencil in hand and her thumb in her mouth, and the smile gets impossibly bigger. I don’t have to look at myself in the mirror to know that it’s not only my smile, either. My eyes are probably dreamy, my expression lovelorn and goofy. I most likely look like a man completely lost to love.
How embarrassing.
And yet…
And yet I can’t bring myself to actually be angry about it. I mean, I want to be. I want to be horrified and embarrassed at how my emotions have suddenly come to the surface after years of hiding them. I want to be ashamed of the feeling that I don’t ever want to be away from the girl who makes me feel whole and healthy again.
I want to be absolutely disgusted by the fact that I would literally throw my body into an avalanche if it meant saving her.
Though the facts won’t let me deny that. Because I actually did that last night.
The memory sends a wash of cold horror through me. The darkness and ice. The cold, brutal snow coming down from the mountain, and Taryn stuck in front of it. Gabe and I running as hard as we could to get to the truck in time to save her. Tearing open the door and yanking her out, then leaving the truck to perish in the coming avalanche.
