Unraveled- 8 Delicious Tale of Passion

by Fawkes, Sara

  warm it up. I slide my right hand around Connor’s thigh, taking hold of his steely erection and

  pistoning my hand up and down on him. With my other hand I fondle Wade’s ass, fighting to fit my

  fingers between his muscular cheeks to his center of pleasure.

  “Jesus, Tess,” Connor moans. “That feels so fucking good.”

  “Look at me,” Wade demands.

  His sharp tone makes me shudder but his wicked grin tells me everything’s good. So does the way

  he drops his head to me to capture my lips with a kiss.

  “Oh baby, oh baby,” Connor starts chanting.

  Ripping his mouth from mine, Wade snarls, “Not yet, Con. Not yet.” He looks at me, eyes glowing

  with unrestrained passion. “Sit over there.” He motions to the closed lid of the toilet. “Show me your

  pussy.”

  There is only one thing to do around a man like Wade.

  Obey.

  I slide my hand around Connor’s upper thigh while continuing to stroke Wade’s ass, marveling at

  the strength in both men’s bodies, how hard their muscles are.

  How aroused it makes me.

  I back up to the toilet and sit, splaying my legs as commanded.

  “You’re dripping fucking wet.”

  Connor whips his head in my direction. His lids are heavy with pleasure and his full lips part while

  he pants out the rhythm of Wade’s thrusts. “Look at that pussy,” he murmurs in between breaths.

  “Play with that ripe pussy,” Wade commands. “Lean back and show us.”

  I lean against the back of the toilet and spread my legs wider, rubbing my arousal all over my labia

  and mound, never taking my eyes off of the man-on-man show. I get turned on even more by the way

  Wade’s nostrils flare as he struggles for breath. The man is on the verge of losing control.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” Wade grunts. “Nothing sweeter than a pussy that likes to watch cocks fuck.”

  “Mmm,” I rub my wetness around and around, widening my legs as if that part of me truly has

  eyes and needs to watch these men copulate.

  Connor moans raising his ass to meet Wade. “The girl is almost as nasty as you.”

  “She’s a naughty one. Naughty fucking pussy on her too. Sneaking peeks.” Instead of long,

  powerful strokes, Wade pulses in short, sharp bursts, making Connor cry out in pleasure. “You know

  what that pussy needs?” Wade asks, grimacing as he speaks.

  I shake my head, panting right alongside Connor.

  “That pussy needs a little spank for spying.”

  “Oh, God.” I rub harder, faster. Wade is doing it again. He’s making me hot and horny with words.

  He is so talented in that department. Phone sex with him would be amazing.

  “I bet that naughty pussy likes to be spanked, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes,” I spread myself open with one hand while rubbing with the flat palm of my other. Oh, God.

  Oh, God. Oh, God. I haven’t done this in a long time. Not to myself anyway. But now? There’s nothing

  I want more than a little pussy spanking.

  “Do it, Tess.”

  I lift my hand and bring it down against my swollen labia, fast and sharp. Jesus Christ, it’s

  exquisite.

  “Holy fucking hell,” Connor moans.

  “Oh baby,” Wade says, his voice filled with passion. “Do it again. I need to see you do it again.”

  I rub the sting out of my flesh, then prop a foot up against the vanity so the men have a better

  view.

  “Three spanks,” Wade says, his voice hoarse. “One for each of us.”

  I’m already moaning in anticipation of what I’m about to do, knowing it’s going to hurt but also

  feel so, so good. The idea that it’s turning Wade on only excites me more. I rub my inner lips and clit,

  nice and hard, pinching, desensitizing, preparing for the sting.

  “That’s it,” Wade says, his pace smooth and fast, his eyes glazed, like he’s hypnotized by the sight

  of my hands on my body.

  I lift my hand and...strike. Once. Twice. Three times. I cry out and grab myself, my orgasm

  coming hard and fast, just like the slaps I’d administered. Wade holds fast to Connor’s hips and drills

  him for all he’s worth. The men grunt their release Connor coming first, making a mess on the floor

  while Wade comes last, groaning deep in his throat.

  I hunch over and ride out the waves that constrict across my lower belly. Before the cramps end, I

  feel a large, male hand on my back. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “Mmm,” I sigh. “I’m good.”

  “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

  I look up and smile at Wade’s look of genuine concern. Connor’s busy cleaning up the floor with a

  towel. When he’s done, he looks up and grins at me. “Here we thought you’d be turned off if you knew

  the truth.”

  “Clearly not,” I say.

  Standing on shaky legs, I move to the vanity and wash my hands, watching their reflections in the

  mirror. “Seriously, guys, why didn’t you just tell me? Why go to such pretense to hide it?”

  “Because,” Wade says. “We’re not open about our relationship.”

  “Why not?”

  “This is the country, Tess. Ideas about what’s right and wrong are still pretty traditional.”

  “So you pretend to be straight?”

  “No,” Connor says. “We don’t pretend anything. We’ve got an open relationship.”

  “You’re not exclusive?” I ask.

  “No.” Wade replies. “We’re not.”

  “And we like women,” Connor adds. “A lot. In fact, Todd told us if we were interested in a

  threesome, you’d be the ideal partner.”

  “He said that?”

  “Yep,” Wade says. “He said you were the most amazing and sexy woman he’d ever met.”

  I smile at their reflections. “Wow.”

  “Our last threesome didn’t go so well,” Connor says, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Wade.

  “So we agreed we’d wait to see if you were game.”

  Wade moves up behind me, sweeping my hair off my back and kissing the back of neck. “She

  thought I was too rough.”

  Connor takes my hand and turns me around, pushing Wade out of the way, he kisses my neck. “He

  hasn’t been with a woman since.”

  “Ah.” I let my head loll back as Connor licks and kisses his way to my lips. I open my eyes to see

  Wade’s feverish gaze as he watches us. “You’re not too rough, Wade. You’re just right.” I pull away a

  little so I can look at both men. “You’re both just right.”

  “Damn girl,” Connor says, taking my hand and directing it to his hardening length. “Look what

  you do to me. I’m randy all over again.” He draws my hand up to his chest and I gladly touch his

  sweat-slicked skin. He crinkles his nose in pleasure. “I suggest the three of us stop wasting time and

  go ‘make it right’ in the bedroom. Right now.”

  Wade takes my hand off Connor’s chest and pulls me toward him. “For once,” he says, over my

  head to Connor, “I agree with you.” He stoops, picks me up, and carries me to the bed where he gently

  lays me down. With his chin he indicates for Connor to lie down on the other side of me. “Okay.” He

  smiles, a wicked version of his lazy smile. “This is how it’s going to be...”

  Well, hello Mr. Controlling. Welcome back!

  “You’re going to spread your legs, Tess, and Connor and I are going to soothe that sweet pussy of

  yours with kisses. How does that sound?”

  “Like
heaven,” I say. “Like absolute heaven.”

  ***

  I zip up my suitcase, feeling both satiated—and by satiated, I mean sore. Between being saddle sore

  and Wade’s ministrations, my derriere is a little tender, in a totally good way—and sad. Goodbyes are

  hard. Sometimes more than others.

  This time definitely counts as ‘sometimes’.

  “Tess?”

  I spin around. Wade is leaning in the open door of the bedroom of the cabin. He’s got his hat in his

  hand and is watching me with a look I’m finally coming to recognize as tenderness. And wonder.

  My tummy twists as I acknowledge him. “Hey,” I say softly, lifting my closed suitcase off the bed

  and wheeling it toward the door.

  “Sorry I didn’t have breakfast with you this morning.”

  “That’s okay.” I walk right up to him so I can touch the front of his shirt, breathing deeply of his

  fresh washed scent.

  “I don’t want you to think I was avoiding you.”

  “You mean like you were avoiding me yesterday?” I look up. Way up. My heart melts at the look

  on his face.

  “Yeah. Kind of like that.”

  I smile and lean in closer. “It’s okay. Connor said you had chores to take care of. I understand.” I

  glance up again. “You run a ranch. You’ve got shit to take care of. Literally. Or, so Connor tells me.”

  A smile cracks his craggy cheeks. He runs a hand across the back of my head, pulling me gently

  against his chest. I stay there for a few minutes, in his arms, listening to the strong, steady beat of his

  heart, softening into him.

  So stable. So strong. So good.

  Wade is the kind of guy who makes me contemplate a life of monogamy. Well, at the very least, a

  Wade/Connor brand of monogamy.

  I breathe slowly and deeply, rubbing my cheek against the front of him. If this is what home feels

  like, then I understand the attraction. I really, really do.

  “Tess?” he whispers, moving back to look down at me. “I have something for you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “A present.”

  I push away a little. “Wade, you know I can’t accept anything. I don’t keep ‘things’.” I wave to my

  suitcases. “This is it.”

  He reaches into his back pocket and I’m reminded of the time, two short days ago, when he’d done

  the same thing, reaching into his pocket to give me a schedule of events. How far we’ve come in such

  a brief amount of time. When his pelvis juts forward this time, it’s not my eyes that are drawn to the

  front of him. It’s my hand.

  Trying—unsuccessfully—to suppress a smile, Wade takes my wandering hand away from his

  beautiful bulge and kisses it. “You are insatiable, aren’t you?”

  “Mmm,” I shrug. “They say too much of a good thing is bad. But you know, I’ve never believed

  that. I’m pretty sure that saying was made up by people in unhappy relationships.”

  Wade tilts his head back and laughs. It’s a wonderful sound. The man definitely needs to laugh

  more. Though, I have to say, the fact he doesn’t laugh often makes it that much more special when he

  does.

  When he looks down at me, this time there is no mistaking the look of tenderness. It’s such a

  stunning juxtaposition on such a serious face, I have to reach up and touch it.

  “You don’t have to leave you know.”

  “Wade...”

  “We could explore this thing between the three of us. See where it goes.”

  I shut my eyes and let my head loll back, letting temptation wash over me. “You don’t know how

  good that sounds right now.” It does sound good. Feels good too.

  But I know myself. I’ve never been able to stay in one place very long. It just doesn’t work for me.

  I sigh, go up on tiptoes and kiss him.

  He kisses me back, nice and slow. And sweet. “The answer’s still no, though. Right?” he says.

  “Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “I can’t stay.”

  “I figured as much. That’s why I got you this.” He hands me the envelope he’d pulled from his

  back pocket. I open it to find a gift certificate for a free weekend at the ranch.

  I wave it in front of him. “You don’t need to do this.”

  “Yes, I do. I want you to come back.”

  I hug him hard. “Oh Wade! Of course I’ll come back. But I don’t need a free stay. I can pay.”

  He caresses the side of my face and lips. “It’s not a gift, Tess, and you’re not paying. It’s an

  invitation. To come and go as you please. Whenever you want.” He pauses, exhaling slowly and softly.

  Quietly he adds, “My room is yours. If you like.”

  I stare, wide-eyed, at him. “If I like? Are you kidding me?” Wrapping my arms around him, I

  squeeze my mountain of a man with all the strength I have, knowing the offer of sharing his room is a

  huge step for him and a wonderful opportunity for me. I may not be able to stay in one place too long,

  but I always love coming back to a familiar place, to a familiar person.

  My heart feels full enough to burst at the thought of returning to the ranch. To Wade. To sharing

  his room, his bed, his heart...not to mention Connor.

  “Hey? Did someone forget to invite me to this party?” Speak of the devil, Connor is standing on

  the porch, pretending to look annoyed. His dimple gives him away, though.

  Wade steps back to make room for Connor, as if sharing me is the most natural thing in the world.

  I guess for him it is. I open my arms and Connor swoops in, picking me up and spinning me around.

  I’m not sure, but I think he whispers something as he spins me. It sounds like, ‘thank you’.

  However, when he sets me down, he has his typical roguish smile plastered on his face and doesn’t

  repeat or elaborate on what he’s said. Maybe I was hearing things.

  He glances at the bags sitting by the door. “Wade didn’t convince you to stay, I take it?”

  “No. Though, I have to admit, I was tempted.”

  Connor gives Wade a perturbed look. “I told you to let me convince her.”

  I give Connor a playful hip check. “Sorry, babe. I’ve got a job to do.” Then, pointing to my bags, I

  say, “Hmm...two bags, two cowboys. Yep. That seems about right.”

  Connor picks up one piece of luggage and repeats my phrase, “Two cowboys, one Tessa Savage.

  Now that seems exactly right.”

  Wade picks up the other bag, hoisting it over his shoulder like a duffle. “I couldn’t agree more.”

  The men escort me to my rental vehicle and too quickly the luggage is in the trunk and the three of

  us are standing beside the driver’s door. I play the keys against my hand like a tambourine, hating this

  part of goodbye. I glance from Wade to Connor and back again, noticing how Wade’s hands open and

  close at his sides as if they don’t know what to do.

  Connor sighs and steps closer to hug me tight. “Damn girl, I’m going to miss you.”

  “I’m going to miss you too,” I say hugging back, just as hard.

  Before we let go of one another, Wade comes forward and, in a rare show of public affection,

  encircles us both in his big, strong arms. “Don’t be a stranger, Tess,” Wade says.

  “I won’t,” I reply.

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  There’s an incredible sense of peace that settles over me as I’m embraced by these two men. They

  make me feel complete. Safe. Loved.

  They make me feel ready to go o
ut and love some more.

  THE END

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