Page 97 of More Than I Can Bear

“I did, watching the two of you,” he said, shooting me a smile. “I admit I would’ve preferred to be front and centre for the action—”

“As always.” Kaine appeared beside us. “He’s an attention whore, just so you know.”

“But Adam…” I reached down and found him hot and hard for me. “You must want—”

“Yes.”

“And I need—”

I did. Being around them seemed to make me overheated, always ready, always hot for them.

“Not yet,” Kaine growled at his brother. “Take your time. Get Freya ready for you first.”

But all of his instructions went unheeded as I rubbed that swollen cock across my entrance.

“Oh fuck, baby…” he said, jerking forward once I slotted him against me, his cock surging forward.

I felt the prick of his teeth on my shoulder and that had me wriggling in earnest. Kaine was right of course, we were rushing things, not doing the required foreplay to make it easy for Adam to push himself inside me. The river stripped me of my natural lubrication, making his cock stick to my skin, but as he gently rocked back and forth, more replaced it quickly. I fought to take him and it was a war I was willing to wage, that intense feeling of being stretched open, forced to receive that swollen length, was somehow just as hot as hours of sweet foreplay.

“Jesus, Adam—” Kaine growled when I let out a little yelp, but River put a hand on his shoulder.

“Feel her.”

“What? You can’t do that after—”

“Feel her.”

And it was then I felt that connection come to life, my sense of myself multiplying to include the two of them.

Are you OK?Kaine asked.I’ll pull him off, force him to stop if this hurts.

Doesn’t hurt…My thoughts felt like they frayed as soon as they were formed. I wrapped my arms tight around Adam the minute his cock started to rub against that swollen place inside me, and it felt like direct attention on my clit, but more. Over and over, he moved slowly but surely, stoking a fire inside me, one only he could put out. Good, I reassured Kaine. So good.

“Fuck, baby…” Adam growled. “You make me want to come. I thought I’d built this up to be too much inside my head, but it wasn’t. It’s just you.”

He stared into my eyes, his control fracturing, as was mine, small helpless pants mingling as his strokes grew faster. I rolled forward onto my knees, bouncing now, working that entire long length back and forth inside me until I couldn’t anymore. His baculum jutted forward, harpooning into me and then locking me down tight, keeping me right where I needed to be. Each small tug now created starbursts of pleasure that went off in a rapid succession.

The pleasure crested slowly, in such small increments I was able to feel every single one of them and together we took those tiny little steps. His eyes locked with mine, he watched my every expression, seeming to know when to move faster, deeper.

“You gonna come with me, Freya?” I was, I had and I would again, I thought, clinging to him tightly. “Gimme that, just that for today. Give your pleasure to me.”

It rocketed up my spine, bringing every nerve ending to life, the sounds of my gasps twining with the chirp of birds, the whisper of the trees. It made me feel like I was somehow a part of the bush, of us, of him, right as everything burst. Adam held me tight in arms that could carry any weight with ease, stroking me and telling me how good I was, right until the savage tides inside us settled.

There was nothing better than lying under a gum tree, on a blanket, with my head propped up on one bear, another nestled in by my side. Kaine had to stay in skin most of the time. The polar bear was not great for dealing with the much hotter Australian weather, but that was fine too. He had my feet in his lap, massaging them with thumbs of iron. He smiled when I let out a long sigh.

“Happy?”

I looked at him, then the bears, River’s moving closer so I could scratch his muzzle.

“Happier than I would ever thought I could be,” I replied and that seemed to make Kaine happiest of all.

Chapter49

River

Sunday afternoon

“River, darling?” I emerged from the bathroom with a towel around my waist to find my sleuthmates chatting to my mum in the kitchen. That and a whole lot of pies. “Sweetheart, I brought the pies for dinner tonight with your mate’s parents?”

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