Hard to Hold

by Nicole Edwards

  “Because it makes me hard just thinkin’ about the two of you together without me.”

  Amy released a long, slow moan, her eyes closing. “I’m so close…”

  “Make our girl come, Rhys,” Wolfe instructed, never looking away from Amy’s face.

  Amy’s breaths came fast, her hand sliding behind Wolfe’s head, her short nails digging into his neck. He was pretty sure this was his new favorite pastime, watching the sexiest woman alive when she came.

  Seconds later, she did just that.

  “That was … amazing,” she whispered, her arms and legs relaxing.

  Rhys chuckled as he crawled up onto the bed with them.

  “We’re not finished with you yet, darlin’,” Wolfe told her.

  Amy cocked her head as though thinking. Wolfe waited to see what was on her mind.

  “You said I would call you while Rhys is … you know.”

  A smirk curved his mouth. She was so damn cute.

  “Yeah,” he confirmed.

  “What about you and Rhys? Will one of you call me?”

  “When?” Wolfe wanted to hear her say it. “When would you want one of us to call you?”

  Amy’s gaze shifted to Rhys. “When you’re together.”

  “What would we be doin’?” Rhys inquired.

  Wolfe leaned down and brushed his lips against her ear. “Tell us. What would we be doin’ to each other when we called you?”

  Amy sucked in a breath but didn’t speak.

  “Would Rhys call you while I’m suckin’ his dick?”

  Amy moaned, her eyes closing. Wolfe continued to fondle her tit.

  “Or would I call you while my dick’s slidin’ in and out of his hot fucking mouth?”

  “Yes…” She opened her eyes. “And touching each other.”

  “How?” Wolfe wanted her to elaborate. Sure, he might come without ever having the pleasure of being inside her body, but holy shit, it might just be worth it.

  Something passed through her eyes, and Wolfe was almost positive she was imagining the two of them together, on the phone with her.

  When she didn’t say anything more, Wolfe knew he couldn’t wait much longer. He ached, his dick throbbing.

  “Think about it, darlin’,” he told her. “And when you’re ready, you can tell us. In the meantime…”

  Wolfe rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, his hand cradling the back of her head as he held her pressed to his body. She straddled his hips, her hands resting beside his head.

  Keeping his voice low, soft, he decided to tell her exactly what he wanted.

  “I want to feel your pussy milkin’ my cock.”

  Wolfe Caine had a dirty, filthy mouth.

  And—something she had just learned about herself—Amy freaking loved it. The dark cadence of his voice, his rough, dirty words … they made her want things she’d never dreamed of wanting.

  And she wanted them now.

  “Come on, darlin’. Ride me.”

  A tremor raced through her, lighting up her insides.

  Feeling slightly self-conscious, Amy pressed her mouth to Wolfe’s, needing a distraction. While she was exploring his mouth with her tongue, Amy felt hands near her butt. She turned her head, trying to see what was going on.

  “Condom,” Rhys informed her.

  Oh, my God.

  Rhys was putting a condom on Wolfe and it was … hot. Like, seriously hot.

  When Wolfe gasped, Amy peered down at him. His eyes were closed, his teeth clamped together.

  Apparently he liked it.

  “Put my cock inside you,” he ground out, still not opening his eyes.

  Amy shifted and with Rhys’s help, she eased down on Wolfe’s cock.

  Lordy. He was … huge.

  When she’d first glimpsed his package, Amy’s mouth had fallen open. She’d never seen anything so big, so … intimidating. The thought of taking him in her body… Would he even fit?

  She was about to find out.

  Amy’s muscles tightened as he inched inside her. He was stretching her painfully tight.

  “Too much,” she whispered, slightly embarrassed that she couldn’t do as he wanted.

  “Relax, darlin’.” His eyes were open and focused on her face.

  “It won’t fit,” she conceded.

  “It’ll fit, I promise,” he said, that sexy smirk making her wetter than she already was.

  When he pulled her down against him, her breasts flattened to his chest, Amy relaxed into his kiss, loving how warm his hands were as they slid over her back. When he gripped her butt and started rocking her forward and back, easing deeper and deeper inside her, pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known infused her. From her head to her toes, Amy’s skin tingled, her core tightening as he pushed inside, sliding over nerve endings she hadn’t even realized she had.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  “So okay,” she said, pressing down on him.

  “You’re in control, baby.”

  Amy liked the idea of being in control, even if it was slightly off-putting. She knew Wolfe was being gentle with her. She’d learned that was how he was. No matter what she wanted, he was going to take care of her. In fact, Amy figured if she wanted more, she would have to tell him.

  One day she might be able to do that. Until then, she wanted them to guide her, to show her what to do, because she had no experience with this.

  Suddenly Rhys was next to them, kneeling beside Wolfe’s head, his cock in his hand.

  “Suck me,” Rhys instructed Wolfe.

  Wolfe’s head turned, his tongue darting out and licking the swollen crest.

  Amy couldn’t help but sit up, rocking her hips to keep the friction going, her hands planted flat on Wolfe’s chest. When Wolfe took Rhys in his mouth, she shuddered, a violent tremor racking her entire body. These two men together… It blew her mind how much she liked watching them.

  Rhys wasn’t gentle with Wolfe, driving his cock into Wolfe’s mouth, pretty much fucking his face. Amy didn’t realize she was rocking faster on Wolfe, the friction of him inside her doing amazing things.

  “I’m gonna come from watching you ride him,” Rhys said.

  Amy nodded, although she wasn’t sure why she was. She wanted to watch Rhys come.

  His hips began pumping faster as he fucked Wolfe’s mouth. His chest heaved, his grunts and groans echoing in the room. God, she was going to be the one coming from watching them.

  “Fuck, yes,” Rhys hissed, his hips stopping suddenly, his cock jerking as he came.

  Amy paused, transfixed by the erotic sight.

  The next thing she knew, she was on her back, Wolfe hovering over her. He kissed her and she tasted Rhys on his tongue. It was slightly surreal and intensely sensual. Not something she’d ever imagined she’d experience.

  Wolfe’s hand slid behind her knee, lifting her leg and holding it near his hip as he took complete control. This was what she’d wanted. To make this man lose control. She was inundated by intense pleasure. Between the solid length of him inside her, his grunts and groans, and the way his beautiful body looked when he was above her, Amy knew it couldn’t get much better than this.

  “Wolfe! Oh, God!” That was all it took. Him taking control… Suddenly Amy was spinning out of control, her body detonating as he impaled her over and over.

  “Oh, hell,” Wolfe growled. “Fuck, baby… Milk my cock. Just like… Ahh, God!”

  Amy opened her eyes and watched as Wolfe came, his body tensing, his muscles flexing as his cock pulsed inside her.

  Seconds later, sheer exhaustion consumed her.

  Amy didn’t even wait until Wolfe pulled out before she gave in to sleep.

  Rhys awoke to a warm body pressed against him. A soft, warm body.

  It took a second for him to remember he was still at Wolfe’s and the sweet thing curled up against his side was Amy. Her thigh was draped over his leg, her hand rubbing circles around his navel, the outer edge of her palm gra
zing the head of his semi-hard dick every so often. That was probably what had woken him.

  He remained motionless, enjoying the feel of her hand on him, the way she touched him, her lips brushing his shoulder. Rhys had noticed that she liked to touch both of them. It seemed her hands were always somewhere, as though it was a security for her. Whatever her reason, he liked it.

  She continued for several minutes before her soft voice whispered, “Are you awake?”

  Rhys turned his head.

  The room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight streaming in through the blinds, highlighting Amy’s face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open. She looked like she’d been well fucked and was ready for round two.

  God, please let her be ready for round two.

  “I am. But why are you awake?”

  Her answer didn’t come in the form of words, and admittedly, Rhys was a little shocked by her actions. Not disappointed but definitely stunned.

  “What’re you doin’?” he asked, his tone teasing as she crawled over him, her naked thighs straddling his naked hips. Her long hair draped over his chest, tickling his skin, making his cock swell and lengthen.

  “Hopefully you,” she answered.

  Simple, straightforward. She knew what she wanted, and good heavens, Rhys certainly wanted to give it to her.

  He chuckled, but she cut off the sound by pressing her mouth to his. Rhys grabbed two handfuls of her incredible ass, pulling her against his cock. Her smooth, wet flesh slid over him and he sucked in a breath.

  He groaned, then released her and fumbled on the nightstand for a condom. He didn’t know for sure there was one because he had tossed them haphazardly earlier, but if he was lucky…

  His fingers slid over a foil packet and he sent up a silent thank you to the man upstairs.

  Rhys wasn’t sure what had gotten into this woman, but he wasn’t about to resist her. Last night, after Wolfe had practically screwed her into the mattress, Amy had quickly fallen asleep. That had only been four hours ago. Apparently the woman had caught up on her sleep.

  “Rhys?”

  “Hmm?”

  Her mouth trailed down his jaw, then his neck. Her warm breath had his cock twitching.

  “Make love to me?”

  Fucking hell.

  “Sit up.” He had to put the condom on and there was no way to do it with her sitting on his dick.

  Amy sat, moving back so his cock bobbed against his stomach. She surprised him again by snatching the condom from his hand and rolling it down his length. It took her a little longer than it would’ve taken him, but again, he wasn’t about to protest.

  When she leaned back over him, Rhys took her mouth with his, then rolled her onto her back.

  Wolfe was sleeping beside them. Or he had been. Rhys was almost positive he was awake now. His deep, even breaths had quickened, which meant he was likely taking in the show. If the man was going to feign sleep in order to sneak a peek, who was Rhys to argue?

  Amy’s legs wrapped around his hips and Rhys wasted no time aligning their bodies. He knew he had to go slow. She had to be sore from Wolfe earlier. Rhys wasn’t small in the penis department, but Wolfe was well above average, no doubt.

  Rhys slid his latex-covered dick through her slit, grazing her clit while he kissed her. He continued until her nails dug into his back, a signal that she was tired of him playing around. Rhys reached between them and guided his cock where they both wanted him. Seconds later, he was pushing in deep. Slow and deep. The smooth walls of her pussy gripped him, drawing him in.

  “Aww, hell,” he whispered, leaning down and pressing his lips to Amy’s.

  The kiss was soft, gentle, her fingers sliding into his hair. She didn’t try to rush him and Rhys wasn’t in a hurry. She was perfection, her body molding to his. He could’ve stayed just like this forever and never needed anything more.

  A warm hand landed on his back. A much bigger, rougher hand. A tremor shot through him at the knowledge of Wolfe watching them.

  The warm hand disappeared, replaced by a warm body. Rhys pulled his mouth from Amy’s when he realized Wolfe was behind him, the man’s arms bracketing Rhys’s shoulders.

  Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better.

  “You want this?” Wolfe’s deep voice rumbled against his ear.

  “So bad,” he replied.

  Bracing himself above Amy, Rhys pushed in as deep as he could go, then stilled when Wolfe’s hands separated his ass cheeks.

  “Oh, fuck,” he hissed when a warm tongue grazed his asshole. “Oh, holy fuck.”

  Amy’s inner muscles flexed, tightening around his dick. The combination of that and Wolfe’s tongue on sensitive flesh had him shuddering.

  “What’s he doing?” Amy asked, her voice soft, seductive.

  Rhys sucked in air. “He’s… Oh, fuck, that feels good.” He met Amy’s gaze. “He’s licking my ass.”

  Her pussy tightened, squeezing him. She obviously liked the idea of that.

  Amy pulled his head back down, and Rhys sank into the kiss, keeping his weight off her, not wanting to crush her although he was being assaulted by pleasure. Wolfe’s tongue disappeared, then something pushed in his ass.

  A finger.

  Slow and easy, Wolfe teased him while Rhys rocked forward and back. The sensation was fucking incredible. Driving into Amy, then back against the intrusion in his ass. He wanted Wolfe to fuck him, to drive all three of them to completion.

  When Wolfe moved again, Rhys shifted, holding himself still, preparing for Wolfe’s weight.

  The moonbeams bounced off Amy’s face, her eyes shimmering as she watched the two of them above her. The expression on her face told him she knew what was happening, and she wasn’t put off by it.

  Rocking his hips gently, he kept them both hovering on the edge until finally, the blunt head of Wolfe’s cock breached his ass. Rhys sucked in air as the initial pain took him, but he let it out, focusing on the incredible feel of Amy’s pussy clutching him, her inner muscles locking on his dick.

  Her hands played with his hair, her eyes shining as she held his gaze. Rhys couldn’t move, pinned between them. Once Wolfe was seated to the hilt, Rhys relaxed as much as possible, allowing Wolfe’s momentum to do all the work for him.

  Amy sighed deeply. “Rhys … oh…”

  He watched her watching him, suspended in a state of complete helplessness, but he still felt in total control. Rhys was right where he wanted to be.

  Wolfe’s hips punched against him, his cock driving inside him until he was fucking him harder, faster, deeper. Their combined moans drifted in the air around them for long minutes until Rhys’s release built, damn near knocking him down. He continued to rock against Amy, hoping like hell he could bring her to orgasm before he came.

  Clearly aware of Rhys’s inability to do anything more than endure, Wolfe’s hand slipped between Rhys’s body and Amy’s. How the man managed, he didn’t know, but the next thing Rhys knew, Amy was panting.

  “Wolfe … Rhys … I’m… Oh, God, that’s so good.” Her head tilted back, neck straining as she cried out their names over and over.

  Her orgasm triggered Rhys’s, and seconds later, Wolfe was following them right over the edge.

  20

  __________

  “Since when did we become delivery drivers?” Calvin grumbled for the fiftieth time since they got in the truck. Just twenty-seven fucking minutes ago.

  “What I wanna know is why you made my ass ride in the back seat,” Lynx bitched from behind them.

  Wolfe peered at his cousin in the rearview mirror. “’Cause that’s where your ornery ass belongs.”

  Lynx flipped him off.

  “Why’d she refuse delivery again?” Wolfe’s father questioned, his head leaned back, eyes closed.

  “She insisted I bring it,” Wolfe explained.

  “She hot?” Lynx inquired.

  “I ain’t touchin’ that with a ten-foot pole,” Wolfe said, using som
e of Lynx’s favorite words.

  Amy had attempted—at Wolfe’s insistence—to get a regular delivery set up for Melissa Stephenson. So, they’d changed the original delivery to the next available one. Wolfe had thought Mrs. Stephenson would simply accept the table and go on her merry way. Oh, how he’d been wrong. Apparently, she’d answered the door in a bikini—which their normal delivery drivers hadn’t minded one bit—then adamantly refused the table because Wolfe hadn’t been there.

  Wolfe wasn’t any happier about the situation than Calvin or Lynx was. However, Wolfe damn sure didn’t intend to deliver the table by himself. For one, he wasn’t going to carry the damn thing inside without help, which was why he’d brought Lynx. And two, he needed someone there to keep the woman from jumping him. Hence the reason his father was along for the ride. Wolfe had no doubt she would come on to him, given the opportunity. Even if he wasn’t completely caught up in Amy and Rhys at the moment, Wolfe wasn’t going to go anywhere near that woman without backup.

  “She’s married?” Calvin asked, one eye opening as he peered over at Wolfe.

  Wolfe nodded as he turned the truck down the street he’d been directed to by the navigation system.

  “And she’s interested in you?” Lynx sounded skeptical.

  Asshole.

  “Is she blind?” his father joked.

  Wolfe glared over at his father, then back at his cousin. “Y’all just wait. You’ll see.”

  “Aww, hell,” Calvin retorted. “This oughta be good.” Calvin glanced back at Lynx. “I’ll get to watch you work your magic on this ol’ gal.”

  “Damn straight,” Lynx hummed.

  “Oh, come on, old man,” Wolfe teased his father. “I bet you got some magic left in them old bones.”

  Calvin flipped him off.

  Wolfe chuckled.

  “This chick got money?” Lynx inquired, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the front seats as they turned into Mrs. Stephenson’s ostentatious neighborhood, both sides of the street lined with oversized mansions.

  “Oh, yeah,” Wolfe told him.

  A minute later, that was proven when they were pulling up the stone driveway toward the enormous white-stone monstrosity with an immaculately manicured yard, palm trees galore, and stonework that had to cost a pretty penny. Yep. The woman had money. Or her husband did.