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This woman between us, begging for more, her body hot, demanding, and so fucking sweet.
She was going to send me over the edge before I ever got going.
Knowing I was dangerously close, I began fucking her, driving in deeper, harder. Her soft moans echoed in the room, combined with my rough breaths and Wolfe’s soft words of encouragement.
“That’s it, darlin’. You feel so fuckin’ good. Aww, God, yes…” Wolfe jerked his hips, driving up into her.
I couldn’t keep a steady rhythm as my body caught fire, soaring on a plane of sheer sensation. It coursed through my veins, thrummed beneath my skin, buzzed in my ears.
“Fuck…” I groaned. “Amy … baby…” I fucked her for all I was worth as her body milked me, tightening around my cock.
“That’s it, darlin’. Come for us,” Wolfe crooned. “Come for us so we can come inside you. Deep inside you.”
Amy screamed, her body trembling, her muscles clamping down.
Her orgasm triggered my own, and I could hardly breathe as Wolfe reached down, his hand gripping my thigh as he, too, let himself go.
Half an hour later, after I had caught my breath and Amy had drifted off to sleep, I realized I couldn’t keep still. We had just engaged in what was the most intense, life-altering sex of my entire life. I needed to burn off some of the energy and sleeping wasn’t an option.
So, after disposing of the condom, then gently cleaning Amy with a washcloth and tucking her beneath the blankets, I slipped out of the bedroom with Wolfe right behind me.
As though thinking the same thing, we made our way into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water, and Wolfe proceeded to pull out the ingredients for sandwiches.
“How do you see this playin’ out?” I asked as he placed bologna and cheese on the counter. “I mean really playin’ out.”
I needed to know. Was this forever for us? Were we moving forward? Permanently?
Turning to face me, Wolfe studied me while I waited patiently for the wisdom the man would impart.
“One day at a time,” he said, his tone ringing with honesty.
It shouldn’t have surprised me that Wolfe would say that. The man was a laid-back country boy. Their motto seemed to be one day at a time.
“Is it that easy?” I didn’t believe it was. How could it be?
If I went public with a relationship with these two, I would stir up a world of shit in our small town. People talked, they judged, they assumed shit they had no business assuming.
Wolfe shook his head but moved closer, cupping my face with his hands. Admittedly, I loved it when he did that, exerting his dominance, making me feel as though control was not mine to have. I'd never wanted that before, so I didn’t understand why I wanted it from him, but I did.
“It’s not supposed to be easy,” Wolfe stated firmly. “It’s supposed to be worth it.”
“It is,” I agreed. “Worth it, I mean.”
I could admit that much. I hadn’t been blowing smoke up their asses when I said I loved them. I did. That didn’t mean I wasn’t scared shitless about where this was headed or how it would play out.
“It’s not like we’ll take out a billboard ad,” Wolfe stated, his tone reassuring. “Let’s go about our business. One day at a time.”
He leaned in and kissed me before I could come up with a rebuttal. I would’ve come up with something; however, I got the feeling he wasn’t finished talking.
The kiss lingered for a minute, maybe two. Long enough that I relaxed somewhat.
“I want more than sex,” Wolfe told me. “I want you and Amy in my bed every damn night.”
“Your bed? Why not my bed?”
He pulled back, locking his eyes with mine. “Is that what you want? Because I’ll do it. We don’t have to live here.”
“You’d really do that?” I had figured Wolfe would have balked at the idea.
