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“Christ, Sparrow, I’m so hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside you.” She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face.
“I am so wet right now.” She licked her lips, ones that were red and swollen from his kiss. “I want you inside me, Asher.” And then he was done, just fucking done, because he had to have her right now.
Chapter Thirteen
It was like an animal had been unleashed from Asher after she spoke. He pressed her against the wall at the same time he moved his hand between their bodies and started undoing her pants. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it felt pretty damn right. The only thing that didn’t feel right was that Mason was upstairs mending. Of course both of them told her they wanted her, for more than just another body on their journey, and that was what Sparrow wanted too.
He kissed her again and again, harder and faster than before, and she knew there was no stopping this. But Sparrow didn’t want to, and knew that if she didn’t have Asher inside her, and Mason when the time was right, this building pressure inside her would be too much for her to contain. Thank God she had cleaned up and shaved. She had even put on a little bit of the perfume she found back at the supermarket, not expecting this situation to happen—especially so soon—but wanting to feel like a woman again.
He groaned against her neck when he got the button undone and her zipper down. He only set her on her feet long enough to push her pants and underwear down and help her get one of her legs out of the constricting denim. He had his hands on her bare ass and his mouth back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her.
Winter was over with, but the chill of spring in the air had the cabin an icy temperature, and goose bumps popped out along her flesh. He had her in his arms only seconds later, and a whoosh of air left her at the feeling of being pressed against him. He shuffled around with her in his arms, and the sound of the contents of his bag tumbling out and onto the floor when he kicked it seemed so unbelievably loud, but that didn’t take away from the heat that surrounded them or the fact that she wasn’t above begging him for what she wanted.
“I want you so fucking badly, Sparrow,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Quit talking. Please.” She emphasized the last word, and he groaned against her mouth.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this, that I’m not rushing you or being too forceful.” He had her back against the wall once again and, despite his previous words, was working his button and zipper down on his jeans. To be honest, Sparrow wouldn’t have minded he be a little more forceful, possibly some hair pulling or spanking. But right now, she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her, and helping her forget about everything else.
Gauging by the feel of the erection he sported, the one that dug into her belly, Asher wasn’t a small man by any means, and that thought had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Sparrow wanted to feel him stretching her inner walls as he pushed that huge dick into her, wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe or wrap her head around it.
“God, Ash, I am so ready for this, for you.” He pulled his cock out, and she breathed out when he pressed it to her cleft.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me. The only thing missing is—”
“Mason.” She finished his sentence, and he looked at her with heated surprise. She felt his dick throb between her legs, felt her slickness slip from her pussy and cover his shaft. They held each other’s stare for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together and grabbed at each other. Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of them. Images of the three of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut, straining as three became one.
Was it wrong to want to see Asher and Mason pressed together, sliding into each other like she was sure was about to happen right now? Was it dirty for her to want to be a part of that, touching all of their hardness as their erections moved together, their mouths became one, and their strength poured out of them and surrounded her? Sparrow became wetter by the second as those pictures slammed into her head over and over again and as the scent and feel of Asher filled her body.
