by Nina West
The sight of him coming—for me, because of me—sends an unexpected wave of heat exploding inside me, spreading through my thighs and belly. My muscles pulse around Henry as I cry out and Ronan milks himself dry, his head fallen back, his Adam’s apple jutting out as he jerks in his palm.
“Jesus. I thought you two would last longer than that,” Henry mutters through pants, his own breathing growing shallow.
Without warning, I’m suddenly off Henry’s lap and lying on my back, on the bed. Henry drops to his knees in front of me. With his hands pushing on my thighs to open me up wide, he wastes no time sticking his tongue into my entrance to begin lapping the post-orgasm wetness up.
Ronan, seemingly unbothered by the sticky substance all over his hand, watches quietly, the angle from his chair perfect for the view.
“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” Henry murmurs, his tongue slipping through my folds and swirling over my now sensitive clit. He pushes first one finger inside, and then another. And then two more, to allow him to reach deep inside me, to that spot he loves to touch.
I close my eyes and revel in the depravity of tonight. Henry’s right. I do like our sordid sex life. I do want Ronan here, watching Henry and me. And I am so far gone from the Abbi who stepped off that ferry in May. I’m happy for it, because these carnal nights with him keep bringing me closer to him.
I fist Henry’s thick, wavy hair with my hand, tugging on it gently as I roll my hips against his face. I dare look over at Ronan again, to see him stroking himself languidly. The cool mask is gone and raw desire fills his face, his lips parted as Henry’s tongue fucks me.
And suddenly Henry’s rising and I’m being moved again, being lifted and flipped, to straddle Henry, who’s lying on the bed. In seconds his cock is deep inside me again, earning my deep moan as a tingle begins sneaking up my thighs. I’m going to orgasm again, and soon.
It’s as if he senses it because he doesn’t begin thrusting right away.
Instead, he weaves his hand through my long, red hair to grip the back of my head. “You liked watching him come, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
He smirks. “Finally, an honest answer without any hesitation.”
I pepper his carved jawline with kisses. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“No. I’m not mad.” He pauses, his blue eyes studying mine intently. “You have my mouth on you, my hands on you, and my cock in you, and I won’t love you any less. I promise you.”
“Okay,” I murmur as I hear my own words from earlier repeated back to me.
Our lips mesh together in a slow, seductive dance as his hands slide along the contours of my body, from my knees all the way to my shoulders. I match him stroke for stroke, teasing and tasting his tongue, running my tongue along the seam of his lips, nipping at his bottom lip with my teeth.
Until something grazes my tight back entrance, and I know it can’t be Henry because his hands are locked on my hips and his cock is buried deep inside me. I startle, pulling away from Henry’s mouth.
His blue eyes blaze as he looks up at me. “Tell me now if you don’t want to do this, and it won’t happen,” he says evenly.
I turn to find Ronan standing behind me, his dark and intent eyes on mine, his hard length jutting out, aimed straight for me.
“Please let me, Abbi,” Ronan whispers, his throat bobbing with his swallow.
Oh my God.
I’m speechless.
Henry didn’t invite Ronan in here to just watch.
“How? I mean....” My words catch in my throat.
Ronan smiles softly. “I think you understand exactly how.”
From beneath me, Henry’s lips trace my shoulder, leaving a trail of wetness.
I turn to him, look questioningly at him.
“I want you to do this with you, just once. I want you to experience this. If you want to. If you’re nervous—”
“I am. Nervous, I mean.”
Henry hears what I don’t say: that I want to experience this with him, too.
“You’re in good hands. We’ll go slow. And you can stop it at any time if you change your mind. Just say the word. Okay?” His mouth moves to feather my jawline, so light that under other circumstances, I might have giggled. But I sense Ronan approaching and that stifles any silliness. Ronan has a perfect view of Henry inside me, and of my ass in the air.
“Okay,” I manage to whisper.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” With my body, with my heart. With everything that I am.
“Just focus on me. And don’t move your hips until we tell you to,” Henry whispers. “As much as you may want to.”
With a deep breath, I lean in to press my lips against Henry’s.
“Hold still for a bit, Red,” Ronan murmurs. “Once I’m in you, you can fuck him as hard as you want.”
I hadn’t realized now that my hips had been moving; I’d been subtly riding Henry, the feel of him inside me, against me spurring on my natural reaction.
I freeze.
From behind me, I hear a cap opening. Moments later, the familiar drip of liquid hits my skin.
Then there’s a second touch on that spot, this time more intentional, lubricated fingers smoothing over the area to wet it.
My heart is racing, and my fists curl around the bedsheets tightly, but I keep my eyes locked on Henry’s and focus on his soft lips, kissing them over and over again, conveying how much I love him, despite the fact that Ronan’s hand is all over my ass.
Henry smiles. “I’m not worried, Abbi. I know how you feel about me. And I know how I feel about you.”
God, to be so damn confident.
Ronan presses down against my tailbone to angle my hips. I hold my breath as he begins drawing circles over my tight entrance with a single fingertip. On the sixth pass, he pushes against it. It slides in so much more easily than last time. “How is that?”
“Fine,” I whisper, tightening the muscles back there.
“Good.” He leaves his finger there for a moment, while his other hand palms my ass affectionately. And then I feel him sliding it out, only to replace it with another, thicker finger. He does this two more times, before slowly pressing something thicker—two fingers, I realize—in.
I close my eyes as my body accepts them more slowly.
“She’s pretty fucking ready,” Ronan murmurs.
From below me, Henry smirks. “I guess she really wants your dick in there.”
I never thought I’d hear Henry joke like that. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I whisper.
Henry pauses. “The truth?”
My stomach tightens. “Yes.”
“I want to punch his teeth out. But it’s also making my cock as hard as a fucking steel pipe.”
Behind us, Ronan chuckles.
I can’t help my own smile. “Everything makes you hard.”
“Everything to do with you makes me hard,” he corrects. “And he better hurry the fuck up, because I’m about to blow my load just sitting here inside you, waiting.”
The familiar sound of a foil packet tearing fills the room. A few moment later, the edge of the bed sinks with Ronan’s weight as he settles a knee on the mattress.
“Open her up for me.”
Henry’s hands leave their spots—one woven in my hair, the other on my hip—to move to cup either side of my ass. He spreads my cheeks apart.
“Breathe, Abbi,” Ronan says softly.
My eyes flare as I feel his tip nudging against me.
“Kiss me. Now,” Henry demands softly and I obey, distracting myself from the burn of Ronan slowly pushing into me, with Henry already deep inside the other entrance.
“Oh my God,” I groan, as the intense pressure and burn grows.
“Relax your muscles, Abbi, or I can’t get in.” Ronan’s hand smooths over my spine, back and forth soothingly, sending chills through my body, jogging memories of two sets of male hands on my body, kneading my brea
sts, smoothing over my thighs, rubbing my clit.
Henry latches on to my favorite spot halfway down my neck, his tongue stroking back and forth, his teeth grazing occasionally. Meanwhile, he fits a hand down between us and begins rubbing my clit.
“That’s it, Red,” Ronan murmurs. “Just keep thinking about how much we both want you. About how hard we both are for you. About how good it’s going to feel when both of us are coming in you.”
My body begins opening up to him, growing slick from both entrances as my pussy throbs for relief.
A growl of “Fuck” escapes Henry as Ronan sinks in even deeper.
“Start fucking him, Abbi. Slowly.”
Henry grasps my hips, giving him purchase so he can lift his pelvis. His cock pushes into me.
“Oh my God!” I gasp. I’m so stretched by the two of them.
Ronan shifts his position and then begins pumping gently into me, too.
I cry out, dizzy, a thin sheen of sweat forming over my skin as I try to focus past the burn to the carnal pleasure that’s building deep inside, with so many nerves being stimulated by these two men at the same time.
Henry rocks his pelvis to pump in and out of me. It’s different from how he normally fucks me, but everything about this is different.
“Does this feel good for you?” I manage to get out between my ragged pants.
He lets out a weak, breathy laugh. “Yes, Abbi. It feels good.”
I turn to look over my shoulder. Ronan’s face is tight with concentration, every muscle in his body tense.
“Yes. Abbi. Fucking incredible.” He moans as if to emphasize how much.
With my palms resting against the bed on either side of Henry’s head, we fall into a rhythm, our groans and cries tangling together with each thrust, each man sinking deeper into me as my body greedily shapes around them, until they’re both hitting that spot within me. Until I can’t even focus my hazy eyes on Henry, my other senses wild with need. The burn that I felt from Ronan is still there, but it’s dulled, replaced with pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
Ronan’s hands slip from my back, to shape around my breasts.
I peer down at them, watching as they tenderly knead my heavy flesh, the pads of his thumbs stroking my hard nipples, before daring look at Henry to see if he minds Ronan touching me so intimately.
“His dick is in your ass, Abbi,” Henry reminds me, as if reading my mind. His blue eyes are alight with fire as they watch Ronan’s hands. And then he’s using his thick wall of abdominal muscle to lift his face to my nipple, his lips parting.
Ronan holds my breast out for Henry’s searching mouth.
Henry takes it in, first grazing it with his teeth.
I cry out as I watch Henry’s lips wrap around the pink bud and feel him suck hard, the suction borderline painful.
The sting is tempered quickly by a soft feathering at my spine.
Ronan’s plump lips and tongue, doting on my body from behind. All while one of his hands slips away from my breast to move between my legs. He begins rubbing my clit.
“Oh my God.” I gasp, throwing my head back as his fingertip slips back and forth over the slick, swollen nub. This is too much! Their cocks inside me, their hands and mouths all over me, their grunts and moans carrying into the night, their beautiful bodies....
Pressure begins building in my spine.
Both of them have increased their thrusts in tempo and strength, and I’m moving in time with them, eagerly bucking and moaning with each delicious stretch of my body. Henry has fallen back to the bed, unable to hold himself any longer. He watches me writhe above him, his lips parted, his breathing ragged, his moans deep and raw.
Henry is the first to orgasm, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounds my pussy with hard, erratic thrusts, his face contorted as he groans. It sets off a chain reaction immediately and my body begins quaking with the seismic wave that sweeps through me, every last muscle in my pelvis squeezing around the men’s swollen lengths. Ronan’s hands find my breasts again, gripping them tightly for purchase as he jerks into me, abandoning all rhythm with his surrendering cries of ecstasy.
I fall against Henry’s body, no longer able to hold myself up as the men finish off, pulsing and spilling their hot seed into me, Ronan’s contained by his condom.
In moments, the room is quiet again, save for our ragged breaths. I’m draped over Henry’s body. His chest rises and falls beneath me; he’s seemingly unconcerned that Ronan is bowed over me, his sweat-slick hard chest pressed against my back, his hands on either side of us to hold himself up.
Ronan lays a gentle kiss against my shoulder. “Thank you for letting me have one last time with you, Red.”
I twist my neck to meet his hooded eyes, so much tenderness and love in them right now. “That was.... I’ll never forget tonight.”
“Me, neither.” His eyes drops to my mouth. He hesitates for only a second before, almost timidly, leaning in to brush his plump lips against mine once... twice....
He shifts away to meet Henry’s sated gaze for a long moment, something passing between the two of them. And then he lifts his spent body off me, leaving my back cold.
“Kiss me right now,” Henry whispers, but he doesn’t wait for me to act before his fingers weave through my hair and he guides my mouth to his, to deliver a surprisingly hot and hard kiss.
It takes me a moment to respond, and then I’m wincing as Ronan slowly pulls out of me, my entrance burning. The fullness dissipates almost immediately.
The floor creaks with Ronan’s footfalls as he disappears out the bedroom door without another word.
“Did you enjoy that?” Henry whispers, his sinewy arms wrapping around my limp body, cocooning me.
“Do you even have to ask?” I press my lips against his neck, tasting salt from his sweat. “Did you?”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes. Watching you come apart like that... it was incredible.” He pauses. “Are you going to ask me for—”
“No.” I shake my head to emphasize my resolve.
“Good, because I don’t ever want to share you like that again.” His hands begin wandering, over my shoulders, along my spine, down to cup my tender ass. “Every square inch of this body is mine and only mine from this day forward, you understand?”
“Every square inch. Yours and only yours.” I run the tip of my tongue over the outside curve of his ear, and feel him shudder beneath me. “I love you more than you could possibly ever understand.”
My body shifts as his chest heaves with a sigh. “Believe me, I understand it just fine.”
Chapter Twenty
I hug the terrycloth robe tight around my sore body and listen to the hum of the plane’s engine fade as the Cessna disappears into the morning sky, shuttling another round of tourists out to admire Henry’s Alaska.
I’ll always see all of it—the wilderness, the beauty, the peace—as belonging to him.
“Do you want another coffee, Abbi?” Henry calls from inside.
“I would love one.” I finish off the last of my first cup with a resigned sigh. We’ll be on the helicopter soon, heading for Henry’s private airstrip, and then on the jet, heading back to Manhattan where “real life” awaits us. Whatever that means anymore, because life with Henry is anything but normal. It’s a completely new life for me, full of deep and peculiar friendships, a business venture that is mine—that may actually evolve into something I can’t yet comprehend—and more money than I can even fathom.
Though, none of that is important if Henry isn’t at the helm of it all.
He’s all that’s important, really.
I’m staring out at the water as Henry slips my empty mug from my hand to refill it. I wait patiently, my hand out and ready to accept it back.
Instead of a hot mug, though, I feel something slip over my finger. “Oh my God.” I stare down at my hand in dumbfounded shock, at his grandmother’s engagement ring.
“Marry me,” Henry whispers.
My heart stops for a few beats as I wrap my head around those words. I must have heard that wrong. We’ve only been together a few months. This is Henry Wolf. But then there’s this ring sitting right there, on my finger, staring up at me....
“Marry me, Abbi,” he says again, evenly.
“I... but... why?” I stammer.
“Why?” With a finger under my chin, he lifts my face to meet his gaze. He stares down at me with such earnestness. “Because I trust you like I’ve never trusted anyone else. Because you’re in my thoughts constantly. Because when I was stuck in that mine, getting back to you was the only thing I thought of. Because you know what things—even the most simple things like birthday cakes in a woodstove—will make me happy.” He leans down to press his forehead against mine. “Ever since you stepped into my life, you’ve been in it, for every second of every day. Marry me, Abbi. Let me love you in every way I know how to.”
A rash of butterflies flutter wildly in the pit of my stomach. But.... “Henry, you’ve had a rough few weeks. I mean, your dad died, and then Scott.... And then you almost died, like, two days ago! How do you know you aren’t just caught up in it all?”
He smirks. “Do you think I’d propose to you because I was caught up in it all?”
“No.” Henry may act quickly, but he does it with clear purpose and smart decision-making.
“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. But I kept playing devil’s advocate, telling myself that I should wait and let things settle down. But if the last few days taught me anything, it’s that I’ve never been more sure of any decision in my life.”
I study the ring on my finger again. It’s polished and gleaming, and even more stunning than it was the first time I saw it.
“Be my wife, Abbi. Share my life, have my babies, let me make you moan every single night until we’re old and—”
“Yes,” I whisper, the pearl and diamonds in the ring blurring beyond the tears now in my eyes. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.” I don’t need more time to know that I’ll never feel for anyone how I feel for Henry. I was ready to throw myself off this porch when I thought I’d lost him.
Henry’s throat bobs with his hard swallow. “You know by now that I’m not a traditional man, but if you want me to get down on one knee—”
