Page 113 of Filthy Fae

“He went to the bar, didn’t he?” I asked, turning to Sawyer and planting my hands on my hips. Nothing could get Waylon going like dwelling on jealousy for a while. He’d let me go all the way to the airport and almost get back on a plane with my ex before he’d shown up. This time, he’d probably dwelt on me and Cody being at church together until he couldn’t take it, but since he couldn’t barge into the church in the middle of a service, he’d gone down to Boots & Spurs to drink himself silly.

Sawyer shuffled and looked uncharacteristically guilty. I was used to seeing Holden at a loss for words, but never Sawyer. That’s when I knew I was right. “Tell me he didn’t go to the bar to forget about Cody coming over tomorrow and because he was pissed that I went to church with him,” I said, crossing my arms and glaring at Sawyer.

“I didn’t go,” he burst out. “I stayed and waited for you to come home.”

“Fuck Waylon,” I said, grabbing him by one hand and Holden by the other. “I’m not going to sit around here wasting our one chance to be alone together because he’s too stubborn to deal with his feelings like an adult. Come on. Let’s make him wish he wasn’t at the bar swatting away that annoying gnat Millie.”

I dragged the guys upstairs and down the hall to our room. I took the time on my way to send one text.

Fuck you, Waylon Westling.

That ten seconds was all he was going to get of my evening.

Well, maybe twelve. A minute later, I got a text that I took two seconds to read.

I’ll hold you to that.

By the time we got to the bedroom, Sawyer was already shedding clothes, and Holden had his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “Where do you want us, Princess?” Sawyer asked, kicking his boots off by the door.

“Inside me,” I growled, yanking at my zipper.

Sawyer came up behind me, his hands coming around to cup my breasts. He kneaded them gently, finding my nipples through the fabric and giving them a little squeeze. A wave of pleasure trembled straight down my body to my clit. Gasping, I arched my back, grinding my ass against his crotch. “We only have thirty minutes,” I said.

In answer, Sawyer dipped his face into the hollow of my shoulder, his lips finding the sensitive skin on my neck. I threw my head back against his shoulder, sighing with pleasure as Holden’s hand settled on my hip. He stood in front of me, his mouth claiming mine while Sawyer continued driving me crazy with little nibbles on my neck. His stubble rasped across my skin, sending a shiver through me.

“You gonna let me in here tonight?” Sawyer rumbled against my neck, slowly grinding his hardness against my ass. “I told you, all I want for Christmas is you.”

“You’re shameless,” I said, but my ass was already responding to his touch, pressing harder against his lap.

“You know it, baby,” he said. “That’s my middle name.”

My breath came faster as Holden slid his hands up from my knees, tugging my dress up around my waist. When he saw my thin black panties, he groaned and slid a hand between my damp thighs. His cold fingers against my hot skin made me gasp, and my knees went weak, my legs helplessly parting for him. I leaned my weight into Sawyer, who accepted it against his hardness with a moan. His mouth dipped to find the nape of my neck, where he planted kisses while he slid my zipper down. My knees went weak from the sensations racing through my body as Sawyer’s tongue swirled over my skin. Holden slid a hand down the front of my panties and palmed my mound, slowly rubbing the heel of his hand against my clit as his fingers dipped between my slick folds.

“Damn, you’re sexy in this dress,” he said. “Can I go down on you?”

“God, yes,” I gasped as Sawyer slid my dress down over my shoulders, taking my bra straps with it. He worked it all down together, freeing my breasts. My nipples went instantly hard, anticipating his touch. He didn’t make me wait long. As Holden dropped to his knees and lifted my legs over his shoulders, Sawyer’s hands spread over my breasts, pinching my nipples between his knuckles. He squeezed, and I let out a yelp, bucking against Holden’s mouth as my clit throbbed.

Holden took that as an invitation. He buried his face between my thighs, moaning as his tongue slid between my folds and found me already soaked. Cradling my ass in both hands, he used his thumbs to spread me open so his tongue could tease my entrance. I squirmed against him, wanting more, wanting his huge cock inside me, filling me up until I thought I’d split in two.

I reached behind me, grabbing Sawyer’s cock through his boxer briefs. It strained against the fabric, throbbing in my hand. I ran my hand up his hot, hard length, shuddering with need. Sawyer growled and grabbed my thighs, lifting me higher and spreading me wider for his brother. Holden moaned into my pussy, sliding a long, cold finger into my slippery depths. I cried out, arching back as he began to move in a rapid rhythm, his tongue and finger driving me toward the brink. I pumped my hand up and down Sawyer’s shaft, desperately needing his size inside me.

“More,” I cried, trying to close my legs around Holden’s head. Sawyer spread me wider instead, and Holden worked a second finger inside me. His hand was slick with my juices, and after a second, I felt the pressure of a wet finger against my ass. Instinctively, my muscles tightened.

“Relax, baby,” Holden said, sitting back and looking up at me, his eyes full of concern. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

Ha. Easy for him to say. I’d only done anal with Sawyer a few times because it hurt too much to do it often. They all had massive cocks that were not meant for my tender ass. Holden would never ask, and I was a little scared to let Waylon tear into me. He was so rough sometimes I couldn’t tell if it was fear or excitement taking over my body when he was fucking me—and that was just regular sex.

But Holden was looking up at me with so much love and tenderness that I knew he was right. He would never hurt me, not even by accident. I tried to relax, and after a second, his finger worked its way in. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and I squirmed on his hand, still needing more. He leaned in, circling my clit with his tongue as his fingers began to pump into me again. Sawyer leaned down and nipped at my neck, his hot breath sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Tugging down the elastic of his boxers, I freed him from the fabric. A rush of heat filled my pussy at the feel of his bare cock in my hand, and Holden moaned in pleasure at the increased wetness. He lapped and sucked them up as I gripped his hair, riding his shoulders while I pumped a hand along Sawyer’s impossible, iron length.

Sawyer wrapped an arm around my chest, massaging my breast harder and grinding his cock into my hand. Holden closed his lips around my clit and began to suck in rhythm with this fingers that slicked into my ass and my pussy at a frantic pace. Suddenly, Sawyer grabbed my nipple and squeezed, and the tip of Holden’s tongue landed straight on my clit.

The sensations rippling through me were too much. A volcano exploded through my body. My back arched, my toes curled, and cry after cry tore from my lips as my walls clenched around Holden’s thick fingers, buried to the knuckles in both holes. Sawyer held me still even as I bucked involuntarily, my whole body wracked with pleasure. Holden’s tongue slowly caressed my clit as it throbbed out my climax.

“Steady there, girl,” Sawyer murmured, still holding an arm across my chest and one inside my thigh to keep it wide for his brother.

Just then, the door swung open and Waylon glared in at us. “If you’re going to fuck with guests in the house, at least keep it down,” he growled.

I burst into a fit of giggles. I couldn’t help it. Sometimes he was such a Grinch that I could imagine him sitting on the porch with a shotgun across his knee yelling, “Get off my lawn!” I was still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasms—hell, Holden’s fingers were still inside me, and he was scolding me to be quiet.