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"Good girl," I rasp. My hands trail down to untie her bikini bottoms before I grasp her hips, tilting her just right. I'm rock hard for her, pulsing with need.
With one smooth motion, I enter her slick heat, swallowing her breathy moan with my mouth. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I start to move. I set a relentless pace, unable to hold back.
Kat meets each urgent thrust, writhing against me. The sounds of the crashing falls muffle our pleasure, skin slick and heated. I'm lost in her, in this unbridled moment. My usual recklessness unchecked.
"That's it, darlin', let me make you feel good," I groan against the delicate skin of her throat. Her answering whimper goes straight to my cock. I grip her even tighter, my rhythm growing more punishing as release beckons.
Our mouths meet again, all clashing teeth and tangled tongues. The boulder rocks with my movements but I don't stop, drunk on her taste and those sweet little sounds. I swallow them hungrily.
Kat trembles in my arms, so close to the edge. I reach between us, finding the swollen nub that makes her keen raggedly.
"Wilder, please!" Kat cries out, nails raking my back. Her eyes are glazed, lips kiss-swollen. She's never looked more beautiful. Or more mine.
I crush my mouth to hers once more as my hips piston recklessly. "Come on, darlin'. Come for me."
My guttural command is all it takes. Kat shatters around me with a sharp cry. I plunge into her tight heat once more before letting myself go with a harsh groan, pleasure whiting out my vision.
We remain suspended in bliss, our pants and the roar of the falls the only sounds. Slowly, the world comes back into focus. I smooth back Kat's mussed hair, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. Her answering smile makes my chest squeeze in a foreign way that has my mind spinning.
Oh, fuck.
Are those feelings?
Chapter 26
My cheeks are still flushed and my pulse still racing as Wilder and I make our way back to the resort after our thrilling waterfall escapade. His hand lingers at the small of my back, touch searing deliciously through the thin fabric of my shirt. I can't resist leaning into him, craving more contact.
My body still thrums pleasantly in the aftermath, skin tingling everywhere we touched. Who knew a reckless romp could feel so deliciously indulgent? With Wilder, I feel freer, less inhibited, like I can tap into a bolder side of myself.
As we step off the elevator and into the suite, Wyatt and Emrys glance up, tension visible in their strong frames. Wilder's hand presses more firmly against me, his smile taking on a hint of smugness as he meets their gazes.
"Have a nice day lounging around, fellas?" Wilder drawls, his southern accent more pronounced. The atmosphere instantly charges with an undercurrent I can't quite decipher.
Wyatt's slate gray eyes flick to Wilder's hand on my lower back, his expression shuttering. Emrys doesn't speak, but his imposing presence seems to fill the room as he watches us broodingly.
Unease prickles the back of my neck. Did something happen between them while we were gone? Before I can dwell on it further, Wilder takes my hand, drawing my focus back to him.
"You can have the first shower, darlin’," His cobalt eyes gleam suggestively. "I'll get us some drinks and then give you a nice massage to work out any sore muscles from our...adventures."
My cheeks heat at the images his words inspire, but I find myself nodding mutely and making my escape to the bedroom before I combust under the weight of all their gazes. As I rummage through my suitcase and head to take a quick shower, I try to calm my racing thoughts.
Sure, my little tryst with Wilder was…amazing. It felt damn good to just let loose and not overthink. To have fun and go with the flow. But shit. That doesn’t stop my thoughts from continuously veering towards Emrys and Wyatt as well.
Last night was indescribable. Something I would have never in a million years done before this damn trip. I don’t know why the hell I did it. I don’t know what got into me. And I have no idea where to go from here.
I step under the flow of hot water, washing and rinsing as quickly as possible, my movements as jerky and wild as my thoughts.
Do I just follow Annabelle’s advice and just…let whatever happens, happen? Or should I try my best to stop this train before it crashes and burns, taking us all down with it?
Hell, I don’t even know what the guys are thinking. They chose not to bring it up. Maybe it’s regret? Maybe it was literally just a fun night and that’s it. Yet, why the hell does that thought have a pang of something slicing through my chest?
I've barely stepped out of the bathroom when my phone starts blasting my ringtone for Annabelle. I scramble to answer it before the chaotic cacophony brings any attention from the guys.
"Hey, sis, what's up?"
"Don't you hey sis me, I want details!" Annabelle demands without preamble. "How was your little private getaway with Wilder?"
I sigh, pressing the phone closer to my ear and peeking through the cracked door to see all three men speaking quietly on the couch. I should not have even texted and told her what I was doing. "It was...nice," I say evasively, unwilling to rehash the steamier details.
