WYATT
I can’t stop touching Emily, all afternoon. Heath is extra handsy with her too—he carries her to the nearest shower big enough for three people right after we have sex—but there’s something urgent in my pull toward her that seems missing with him.
Because he’s fully satisfied in how he fucked her, and I’m… Well, I have work to do.
Good thing I have the rest of my life to fuck her like a sex god. Starting tonight, after dinner.
First, she teaches me how to play backgammon, and I teach her how to find a stud in any wall by knocking along it. Heath watches all of it with a detachment that worries me, but just when I think I should pull him aside and say something, he’ll kiss Emily deeply or wrap her in a bear hug, and all seems right with the world.
He gets dinner started ahead of us, but once it comes together, we work as a team to finish a salad and warm up dinner rolls.
Emily wiggles a bottle of wine at Heath. “Am I allowed, Daddy?” He hoists her onto the counter and kisses her so long and deep, we’re all aroused by the time she slips past him and winks at me. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Three wineglasses it is.
Two for the grown men, and one for the jailbait co-ed who has stolen our hearts.
Over dinner, it’s my turn to sit back and observe as Heath digs into what companies Emily might want to work for when she graduates. I swear he did some research since she mentioned staying in Conception Ridge last night, and I feel dumb for not thinking of doing the same.
Another point in the we make a good team column.
And then after dinner, when she stands up, pulls off her shirt, and announces, “Last one in the hot tub is a rotten egg,” we manage to get in at exactly the same time.
Excellent fucking teamwork.
No rotten eggs. Just two lucky guys who get to pass the girl back and forth until she’s breathless.
Emily insists we cannot fuck in the hot tub, because her family also uses the hot tub, so after we make out for a while and gaze up at the stars, Heath climbs out first and gets a towel for our girl.
Then he carries her upstairs and puts her in the shower while I lock up the cabin and turn out the lights.
When I find them, he’s deep inside her, steam swirling around their entwined bodies.
“Daddy,” she whines, pulling my balls tight. Like I’m watching something I shouldn’t, and it’s the illicit and hot and perfect. “You’re all the way inside me.”
“Gonna fill you up, make you messy for Wyatt,” he grunts. “Share my little girl.”
“Yes, please.” She kisses his shoulder, then lifts her head, catching sight of me. She smiles as she tells Heath I’m watching.
“Good.” His thrusts get harder.
I miss what he says to her next, his words lost in the spray of the shower, but she nods, her gaze locked on my hand as I stroke myself.
Then her eyes go wide, her lips parting, and Heath’s hips jerk as they find their release together.
She clings to him, and he holds her in his arms as he turns the shower off. It’s my turn to take her in my arms as soon as he steps out. I wrap her in a towel, but only to carry her as far as the sturdy-looking counter.
Maybe we’ll make it to the bed for round two. Right now, I need to be inside her. She leans back against the mirror as I fit my mouth against hers, tasting her again.
Never gonna tire of her sweetness. Her tongue thrusts eagerly against mine, and her legs twine around my body.
As if we’ve always been doing this, my cock finds her entrance.
She gasps at the blunt intrusion.
I groan at the sweet, swollen embrace of her cunt. So hot, so tight, and so slick there’s no stopping my heavy erection.
That first thrust takes me all the way in. It makes her shake, and God damn it, I could lose my nut again, she’s that fucking sexy, but I’m not going to.