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“I want you, William. Right now. Please.” She opened her mouth wider, taking his tongue deeper into her mouth. Sliding her hand down the front of his body, she rubbed his cock through his shorts, eliciting a rough groan from him.
“Right here, sweetheart?” He panted against her mouth. “I don’t want to take you like some kind of animal.” She could tell he was trying to sound concerned, but the hardness of his arousal let her know he was right on board with what she wanted, no matter what he said.
“Yes. Right here.” Gripping him harder through his cargos, she rubbed her chest more firmly against his, loving how her nipples hardened. His body was so hard, so muscular. It was like he hadn’t wanted to touch her since she told them what really happened with her father, but what he didn’t understand is that she needed their touch. It was the only thing that was helping her get through the fucked-up things that happened.
“God, sweetheart. You feel so damn good.” His hands found the curve of her ass, right where her thighs met her butt, and he lifted her easily. He pushed away from the tree, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
“Wait.” William set her on her feet but lavished her mouth with a series of kisses. It took everything inside her to pull away. He took a step back, the hint of moon above them showing his strong, square jaw and full lips. After dropping to her knees, she pushed past the uncomfortable pain when her knees encountered debris on the forest floor. She looked up at him as she started undoing the button and zipper of his shorts. His breathing was fast, his eyelids half-closed.
Cock springing free as soon as she pulled his shorts and boxer briefs away, William groaned, and Jane licked her lips. He was just as large as his brother, thick and long with a cock head that was bigger than the rest of his shaft. A drop of pre-cum dotted the slit, and she leaned forward, her eyes on his as she ran her tongue along the tip. The flavor of musk and salt assaulted her senses, and she groaned and engulfed more of his cock. His hands speared into her hair, pulling at the strands roughly.
The spark of pain felt so good, coupled with the tingle centered in her pussy. Sucking him in as deep as she could, Jane snapped the button of her shorts free and speared her hand between her thighs. A jolt of pleasure zinged through her when her finger rubbed along her clit, and she renewed her efforts, deep-throating him. His hips started moving in tandem with her bobbing head, and soon William was fucking her mouth.
“So good, Janey. So fucking good.” She didn’t know why, but hearing him curse inflamed her. It wasn’t like she had never heard him swear, but William was always so controlled, so proper in ways, that hearing him let go in his pleasure was a heady sensation.
Little jolts of cum filled her mouth, and she knew he was close. She wanted to taste him, wanted his semen filling her mouth and going down her throat. Hollowing her cheeks, she cupped his balls with her free hand, but before he could explode in her mouth, he had her hauled to her feet and his mouth slanted on hers.
“When I come, it isn’t going to be in your mouth but in your pussy.” He murmured his words against her mouth, and in the next instant, he had her shorts and panties pushed off and her back against the tree. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, loving the crass way he spoke. He slid his hand behind her left knee, lifted her leg, and brought it flush with his hip. His other hand landed on the trunk beside her head, and he deepened the kiss.
The new position parted her labia, and her clit came in contact with the base of his cock. Jane blindly reached between their bodies, not daring to break their kiss. William’s mouth on hers was erratic, fierce and demanding. It was a side of him she hadn’t seen, and she relished it. Gripping his cock, she stroked it a few times, loving how his body tensed and a groan vibrated against her mouth.
After positioning him at her entrance, she didn’t have a second to catch her bearings before he was plunging into her. All his hard, warm length slid through her wetness, stretching her, rubbing the sensitive flesh inside her. A gasp left her when he was fully inside, and then he was pounding away, slamming his cock in and out of her. Her back rubbed against the bark, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel him fuck her good and hard.
“Harder, William. Please.”
“Janey, fuck.” He slid his hand behind her back, cushioning her like the gentleman he was. “You can’t say those kinds of things, sweetheart.” His actions and words contradicted themselves. “I’m five strokes away from blowing my load as it is, and when you say those things, my restraint is next to nothing.”
He took her mouth again in a bruising kiss and started really pounding into her body. Her orgasm was coming on strong and hard, and all she could do was hold onto him, riding it out. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against her shoulder, panting as he pumped his hips in and out. Her climax washed through her, and she gasped at the intensity of it. Her mouth found his shoulder, and she bit the shirt-covered flesh. He grunted but soon followed her over the edge. The feel of his seed exploding out of him and coating her insides had another series of contractions clenching down hard on his dick.
“Yeah, Janey, that’s it.” His hand moved away from her leg, but she kept it firmly attached to his hips, arching into him more. He gripped her breast, massaged the globe, and when her nipple was erect, he started pinching the tissue. His hips were still moving back and forth, but it was languid and comforting. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”
Feeling this kind of intimacy was exhilarating, and Jane tightened her hold on him. Since she’d gotten on birth control at the town’s free clinic, there was no barriers between them. It made her feel closer to them, more loved. She just wished she could give them more. They did so much for her, for her mother. They were the most selfless people she knew, and her love for them grew every day. “I love you too, Will. God, I love you.”
Chapter 22
When Jane and Will came back to the party, the music was louder, and the alcohol was flowing even more freely. William grabbed her hand, and she looked down at it and then up at him. She didn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. His grin matched hers, and he gave her hand a light squeeze. Looking around at the people, she wondered if they knew what she and William had done. No one paid any attention to them. In fact, the majority greeted both of them, and some handed beers to them.
They made their way back to the circle of guys they left earlier. Although none of them mentioned they had been gone longer than what was needed to take a piss, Jane got a few smirks and raised eyebrows. The conversation started back up about construction and technical jargon that had her lost. Then she realized Rys was missing. Looking around, she saw him over by one of the kegs, with Christa Martine sidled up very close to him. Jane wasn’t a jealous person by nature, not she knew all about Christa.
It wasn’t hard to see Christa’s attraction. She stared up at Rys, who had his back to her as he talked with a few other guys. No, Jane had nothing to be jealous over, and just as she was about to turn around and put her petty feelings behind her, she watched Christa grip Rys’s arm, which caused him to turn and look down at her.
Even from this distance, she could see Rys’s confusion as he stared at Christa, but then he leaned down, and she whispered something in his ear. His face paled and then hardened. He shook his head a few times, his mouth moving quickly as he spoke. Christa’s mouth started moving as well, and her hand slid up his arm and stopped on his chest. His brows were knitted, and he shrugged her hold off of him, still shaking his head.
Jane’s heart pounded, and she found herself gripping William’s hand tighter. He was too engrossed in construction talk to realize her distress. She tried to keep her calm, keep her face smooth of reaction, but the longer she watched Christa touch Rys, and the fact that he wasn’t pushing her away, had Jane thinking all sorts of horrible things. Are they sleeping together? It wasn’t like they sat down and declared their exclusivity to one another, although Jane assumed as much after they told her how much they loved her.
Jane couldn’t hear what they were saying, and it wouldn’t have bothered her so much that he was talking to Christa if not for the fact that the two of them started walking toward the forest, her arm now wrapped around Rys’s bicep.
Chapter 23
The feel of Christa’s hand on him had his whole body tightening. Rys didn’t like it, but the bomb she dropped back at the keg had his brain malfunctioning. He couldn’t think straight, and now all he could think about was getting her away from the general population so they could really talk about it. Once they were far enough away, he ripped his arm out of her hold and spun around, glaring at her.
“There is no fucking way, Christa. No fucking way. I’ve never even fucking slept with you.” His voice was rising, but it wasn’t because he believed the bullshit she was spouting. Christa wasn’t known to be the most honest person, and her claiming he’d knocked her up was beyond ridiculous, especially since he’d never had his dick anywhere near her.
“Rys, it’s possible,” she whined.
He looked pissed. “It’s not possible. The night you’re claiming it happened, we never even had sex. So tell me how the fuck you got pregnant by me.” He ran a hand through his hair, getting more and more pissed.
“Yeah, well…” She shrugged. “You were drunk, but not that drunk.”
