“That sounds like a threat.” And not one he minds in the slightest.
After breakfast, Emily scampers off to her room to put on hiking-appropriate clothes. When she comes back, she’s got on the right footwear, solid hiking boots, as well as a lightweight but long-sleeved shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that are perfectly suitable.
All I see is the easy-to-access zip fly and the short leg holes that flare around the tops of her thighs. So many possibilities for touching and teasing her. Lessons nine and ten, maybe, if the path is private enough.
An hour later, and the long stretch of bare leg between the hem of her short shorts and the top of her hiking boots is driving me to distraction.
Emily took my instruction to heart and led us up a path right out the back of the cabin, promising it as a popular hike and a vigorous challenge.
Keeping my hands off her is proving to be a vigorous challenge, too.
Those legs.
Tanned thighs I ordered her to spread for us last night. Strong, lithe legs that flexed and pushed, then went soft and boneless after she came on Wyatt’s face.
Legs she wrapped around me this morning. Thighs I want to spend the rest of the weekend between.
After we stop at a wild flower meadow and start climbing again, she spins around and catches me looking at her ass. She winks and tugs her shirt up, flashing me her bare tits.
I trip and just barely catch myself before I face-plant in the dirt.
“What the…?” Wyatt turns from his spot in the lead, and Emily giggles, turning back to face him—shirt still rucked up. He growls and comes charging back down the path, catching her around the waist.
I collide with them both as she winds her arms around his neck, and she twists, giving me her mouth as he covers her tits with his hands.
“No bra, Emily?”
“Oops, I forgot.” She bats her eyes at me.
“What if you ran across some dangerous men while hiking?”
“Horny men,” Wyatt adds. “Who will take one look at you and do anything to be inside you.”
She shrugs. “Haven’t met any of those men yet. Only you two.”
Wyatt growls and drops his mouth on her neck, kissing or biting or both, maybe. She shrieks and pulls him closer, giggling as he roughly shows her just how much he wants her.
I brush my lips against her ear. “Is your patience running low, little miss?”
She rubs her ass against my erection. “I thought I could wait…”
I reach around her and deftly unbutton her shorts. “But you need to come?”
“Please,” she pants as I slide my fingers into her panties, finding her slick. Her clit is hard, throbbing against my fingertips.
Wyatt lifts his head long enough to shoot me a warning look. Not on the trail.
But we haven’t passed a single soul, and I can’t stop touching her, not until she’s found her release. “Wyatt’s going to keep an eye out,” I murmur to her. “Make sure nobody sees you riding my hand. Such a dirty girl, letting me touch you in the middle of the trail. A good girl, too, because you know I’ve wanted your scent on my skin. When you flood my fingers, I’m going to lick them off.”
She squeals and writhes in my arms as I keep stroking her, my dirty words and capable fingers working in tandem.
“Should I give Wyatt a taste too? Or should we make him wait until we get back to the cabin?”
“No waiting,” she pants. “For anyone. I want you to come too.”
“Do you?” Fuck, she’s so perfect. “If you come for me, then you could help us out.”
“Ah!”