She was coming down from her orgasm, but her body felt alive as she took the two of them to the crest of theirs at the same time.
Jack thrust to the back of her throat and she pumped Sawyer feeling his body tighten.
“Shit. Fuck. Shit. I’m going to come,” he groaned.
“Fucking kryp
tonite.”
And just like that they both exploded. Jack down her throat and Sawyer was like a geyser taking off over her hand. The warm goo oozed between her fingers.
“Your mouth is so fucking hot like this.” Jack smiled down at her as he carefully pulled his cock from her mouth.
She wiped her lips.
“Now can you sleep, you little siren?” he teased.
She nodded. Full sleep had finally hit her.
Sawyer strolled to the bathroom to clean himself and returned with a towel for Lily. He wiped her down before climbing back in bed.
“Shit, baby. You might be more than we bargained for.”
They were warm and strong. Protective. There hard bodies would keep her safe tonight. She fell asleep sandwiched between the two most amazing men she’d ever met in her life.
Nineteen
Sawyer
The kitchen was quiet. The coffeepot made a bubbling sound as the water filtered through the grounds. Sawyer cracked an egg in a bowl and began to whisk, adding milk, salt, and pepper.
Last night was fucking astonishing.
He thought they’d have to work slower with Lily. But she wanted everything all at once. The things she could do with her body. The sounds she made. She was like a gift from heaven planted at their feet.
He poured the omelet mixture into a hot pan. Saturdays were usually work days. But this weekend was different. He and Jack would have to catch up with report reviews during the week. This weekend was all about Lily.
He was determined this was going to be her perfect weekend.
Jack staggered into the kitchen. “Coffee ready yet? We need to get going.”
“Get going? What in the hell are you talking about?”
Jack stared at his friend. “Arnie’s wedding. At the vineyard. It’s tonight.”
“Fuck,” Sawyer groaned. “I forgot about that. How do we keep getting pulled into this shit? I’m tired of being a groomsman.”
“Then we shouldn’t have joined a fraternity in college.”
“Get some coffee, asshole. Where’s Lily?”
Jack walked to the counter to pour a cup. “Still sleeping. I think we wore her out. The last time might have been too much. You think?”
“She’s stronger than you give her credit for.”
Jack jumped to the counter. “She’s a fucking rock star.”
Sawyer sprinkled bacon in the center of the omelet and let it cook. “She’s everything we’ve been looking for.”