Page 195 of Just Wait

“I’m great.” I groan, giving Mal’s hair another tug. “That tickles.”

Mal must be lost to the moment because he goes right back to sucking on my clit from where he was licking my thigh.

I release his hair to wrap my hand around Riser’s lower back. “I missed you. Kiss me.” It’s so rare to see Riser without a shirt on that all I can focus on is how best to get him to press all that warm skin against mine.

Ry grins, leans over my top half, and kisses me. His hands land next to my head, and he lowers his chest until it brushes mine.

I reach between us, dragging his sweats down. Grinning, I flick my tongue against his as I wrap my palm around his hard length.

My thumb circles his crown, and I practice jerking him while he shoves his sweats to his knees.

Damn.

I wonder if the band was tight on his balls.

An unexpected wave of cramping rips through my stomach, and it’s so intense that my entire body spasms. “Oh, God. That sucks.”

I pulse with heat, every gasping inhale soaking my senses in Riser’s chamomile scent.

“Shh, you’re okay,” Riser murmurs, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “We’re going to take care of you.”

“I need something,” I hiss.

Jesus.

I didn’t even know I could produce that sound.

I move to sit up, and Riser falls to the mattress at my side just in time to keep me from head-butting him. It’s only now that I realize Malcolm pulled free of my pussy. His forearms rest on the edge of the mattress on the outside of my thighs.

“You okay, baby doll?” he asks, tilting his head.

“I need you guys.” Nodding, I pull my leg over his head and flip over onto all fours. I’m so slick that I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m dripping down my thighs. I’m out of it as I pat Riser’s chest. “You, fuck me.” My eyes fly to Kincaid’s, and I yank on the front of his sweats. “You, get these down.”

They follow my instructions, and I plant that hand on the mattress, trying to figure out why the edges of my vision are hazy.

“Where do you want me?” Malcolm asks.

“Can you cut off the heaters?” I choke out, wiggling my hips as my core clenches around nothing. “I’m burning alive.”

“Do you want us to take you back to the cabin?” Kincaid asks, his huge hands landing on my face and tilting it up until our eyes meet.

“No, I want you to make me come!” I’m so demanding that it shocks even me.

Riser’s hands skim over my hips. I can’t see him, but I can tell it’s him just by his touch. Well, and the fact that I ordered him to do me.

Kincaid weaves his fingers into my hair, bringing his crown to my lips with his other hand.

My nostrils flare, and I let out another of those needy sounds.

What the hell is happening?

I don’t have the time to think it through. My mouth waters as the scent of Kincaid’s arousal hits my nose. He drips precum all over my lips, and I open for him, latching on to his tip.

“Let me know if it’s too much.” Riser’s hands dig into my hips as he dips inside me.

The stretch is amazing, and I sob around K’s crown.

“Holy shit,” Riser chokes out, tugging free of me. “You’re burning my dick.”