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“We need a plan,” I tell him as he turns to look at me.
“We’ll think of something.”
A soft moan has both our heads snapping toward the hot spring.
She’s sitting in Bo’s lap in the water, her back against his chest, and although I can’t see what’s going on from here, I can see his hands moving below the surface.
“But right now,” Ronan says as his eyes darken with heat. “Our mate needs us.”
And as I follow him into the hot spring to give Willow our undivided attention, I pray that we get through tomorrow and can bring her this sort of pleasure every day for the rest of our long lives.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Willow
Iwake up feeling warm and cozy, surrounded by two of my mates, Ronan and Bo. Last night, when we lay down for bed, I was hoping for a bit of a repeat of what happened before, but Ronan told me my body needed to heal a little after my first time, and that I needed to wait until the next day.
Thankfully, they hadn’t left me wanting all day, giving me several amazing orgasms in the hot tub without putting so much as a finger inside of me. I have no idea how they’re so talented with their hands and their tongues when they’ve never been with a woman before, but it makes me desperate to do more for them.
I take a moment to study Ronan’s chest while we’re lying on our sides, facing each other, with his arm thrown over my waist with Bo’s hand resting on my thigh.
He’s covered in tattoos, as they all are, with some sort of intricate tribal pattern that’s mesmerizing. My fingers start to trace the patterns down his chest until they end near hisabs. But as I look down between us, I’m greeted by the sight of his hard cock, jutting up between us.
He’s still naked.I guess now we’ve crossed that line, they don’t feel the need to wear the loincloths anymore. They did tell me they usually sleep naked.
My hand seems to have a mind of its own, moving down until I can gently grasp it. A long moan leaves his lips and when I squeeze it, he bucks his hips into me, his hand tightening on my waist.
“Little minx, what are you doing?” he grumbles, sounding sleepy.
“You were hard,” I tell him, like it’s obvious.
“I’m always hard around you.”
“I wanted to help you. Isn’t that what mates are for?” I ask, feeling surprisingly bold for the first time in my life. Maybe it’s because I now know that what we have is permanent, or maybe it’s because they make me feel safe to explore, either way, it has me pushing Ronan to his back as I follow him, kneeling between his legs.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a mix of confusion and desire as I stare down at his cock, stroking it the way I’ve watched them do it. “You’re not ready to take me yet.”
I grin at him as I lick my lips. “I want to taste you, the way you tasted me.”
His hands shoot out to grip my arms as he shakes his head. “No, women don’t do that.”
I tilt my head in confusion as I glance down at his delicious looking cock, more desperate than ever to know what he tastes like. “Why not?”
He gives the barest hint of a shrug. “It’s just not done. Women are given many mates to take care of them, you do not have to return the favor.”
I glare at him trying to sound serious as I tell him, “Ronan, am I your mate or not?”
“Of course!” he says, looking worried.
“And you would do anything to make me happy?”
“Anything,” he says with a nod.
“Well, giving you pleasure makes me happy. So shut up.” His eyes widen in shock, making me lose my stern expression as I have to bite my lips to stop from laughing.
“She sure told you,” Bo laughs and I glance at him. He winks, making my laugh escape as I look back at Ronan and give him my serious look again.
“Let me try. You can tell me what to do. If you hate it, I never have to do it again. Deal?”
