Page 47 of Knotting Autumn

“And things can go back to normal,” Sawyer added. “Fine. We will do a little staycation with you. But then Autumn and I are leaving, so you better deal with your evil twin.”

Grumbling, Sawyer climbed to his feet and walked to his room. He hesitated at the door, likely remembering that Cole was inside. The same Cole that got an eyeful of his cock about two minutes ago.

“You,” I said, narrowing my eyes at my fated mate.

“Why are you upset?” Thorne asked, sounding genuinely interested.

“What dream are you talking about?” I asked, my voice unnaturally high.

His hand slid down, brushing through my patch of curls to slide his finger over my clit again. I jolted in his hold, and he chuckled.

“Sensitive little thing,” he rumbled, kissing my shoulderblade.

“Thorne!”

“We’re fated, so we can share dreams.”

No fucking way.

Cringing, I tried to think back to what had happened in that dream and what I’d said, but I couldn’t remember much more than Thorne eating me out.

“I didn’t know,” I said hoarsely. “I thought it was just a normal dream.”

Thorne paused. “I thought you knew it was me. I’m sorry.”

“Are we almost done here?” I asked, changing the subject.

“You aren’t enjoying this?” Thorne asked, smirking.

“Like Cole said, we are supposed to be getting out of here, and I definitely didn’t plan on having sex with you again, especially not right now.”

“But you did,” he hummed, followed by a slow lick up my spine from between my shoulderblades to the base of my neck.

My back arched, and I bit back a moan.

“I hope this is enough that you’re at full strength again. Bond-wise, you know?” Squirming on his lap, I tried to twist and look at him.

Thorne gripped the nape of my neck in his hand, taking control of me. “If you want to be done here, you need to stop rubbing yourself all over me. Now I really want to push you down on your stomach and rut into you until you’re screaming. Again.”

My pulse raced, and I licked my lips, seriously considering testing him further. But Cole was right—we needed to get moving. And clearly, sex made Thorne stupid.

Sighing, I pressed my hands to my knees and leaned away from him. Thorne ran his fingers through my hair, and I fought the urge to wiggle in his lap again.

Finally, the pressure lessened, and I was released. With an awkward look, I fled to the privacy of my room, ignoring the way his cum ran down my thigh.

Did I seriously just do that?

Chapter 17

Swinging Dicks Around

Someone knocked on my door, and Sawyer’s voice filtered through. “Ready to go, Pumpkin?”

Raising my face out of my pillow where I was attempting to smother myself, I yelled, “Two minutes, okay?”

I didn’t know what the hell got into me. The fated mate bond was strong, alluring even, but it didn’t force me to do anything. I’d been the one to grab both men and let them spit-roast me in my living room.

Fuck!