Wilder ducks into the guest room, and I continue to the end of the hall and let myself into Chase’s room. I creep stealthily in a way I think might be hardwired into mothers, so as to not wake their children, squat down, and lightly brush Chase’s wild hair from his forehead. Then I lean in and kiss his chubby cheek. Inhaling his sweet little boy scent, I press my lips to his forehead, stealing one more kiss. Assured that he’s just fine, I sneak backout, quietly closing the door behind me. As I turn, a tall shadow makes my heart lurch.
My arms raise in front of me in a defensive stance and my eyes strain to see my foe in the dark. I suck in a breath to shout when the shadow moves, coming closer.
Wilder stands there, finger to his lips, an amused look on his face.
I exhale hard, my arms dropping to my sides. “You scared me.”
“Sorry. I was waiting for you.”
Wetting my lips, I finally convince my brain that the danger is over and force my feet to move. As I reach him, he wraps his arms around me. I sag into him.
“You were ready to kick my ass, weren’t you?”
I nod, inhaling the fresh, clean scent of his shower gel which always reminds me of the air after a rainstorm.
“You’re a badass mama, you know that?” He eases me back and tips my face up. His lips meet mine, and a jolt of desire zips through me as we fall into a needy kiss that has my heart racing even faster than his attack shadow had. I smile against his mouth at the thought. He palms my ass and draws me closer, the other hand threading through the hair at the back of my head as he holds me right where he wants me. My mind flashes with the recent memory of bulging muscles dripping with sweat and the sheer explosive power he put into that fight tonight. It’d been nothing short of beautiful, the way he moved. Thinking about it has every nerve ending in my body lighting up with excitement.
His lips nip at mine, a low groan tearing from his chest, and he lifts me straight up into the air. My legs lock around his waist, and I grip his shoulders as he carries me down the hall toward the stairs. I burrow my face into his neck. “Let’s go find the guys,” he rasps near my ear.
“The den, where the big TV is.”
Wilder says nothing but carries me downstairs on sure feet. We wind through the house, and as we approach the den, I’m not surprised to hear the TV already on. “Sounds like they found something to watch.” I really need to decompress and let everything we’ve been through today sink in. We caught up on most everything that needed discussing in the truck on the way home.
We’re six feet from the doorway to the den when my ears prick, certain I heard something that wasn’t part of the opening scene to whatever movie they picked out for us to watch. It only takes hearing it once more for me to recognize what it is.
A moan.
And then a moment later, another.
My eyes fly open as we pause, and I rear back to stare into Wilder’s eyes. His brows have raised. He bites down on his lip as a smile threatens. “I think they found a way to occupy themselves,” he whispers as he searches my eyes. “Did they surprise you earlier?”
“With the kiss? Maybe a little, but—” I shrug. “I think I saw it coming from some of their interactions the last few days. And, I mean, we’ve all been naked together…”
“I think you’re right.” Wilder leans in, brushing his lips over my neck before his tongue darts out to slide over my skin. “Should we join them?”
His husky whisper has me breaking out in goose bumps all over, and I arch my neck to give him better access. My stomach flips upside down at the thought of it. Because I have no doubt what he means by joining them, and our sisters are both right upstairs. I close my eyes and murmur, “Yeees.” Thank goodness I don’t have to think about making myself move because all I can do is hold onto him as he continues teasing me into a frenzy while he takes quick strides into the den and shuts the door behind us, and, at my urging, flips the lock.
Wilder sets me down, and I turn around, assuming the sound of the door closing would have made Royal and Beckham jump apart, but nope. They aren’t just kissing, they are full-on making out, their muscular bodies glued together. They’re grinding—no other word for it—and the thought of what that feels like for them is enough to make my insides flutter in excitement. They’re still dressed, but god, it’s so hot the way they move.
Our couch is one of those huge modular sectionals with pieces that can be moved around. We currently have ours set up in an L-shape, the short side of the L without a back. And that’s where the two of them are stretched out, using the space to their full advantage.
Wilder draws me back against his chest, his fingertips skimming over the small stripe of skin between my shorts and the cropped Foo Fighters T-shirt I’d worn to the fight. At my back, his cock hardens in his joggers and one hand moves upward, cupping my breast, while the other flicks the button on my shorts and tugs at the zipper.
I gasp as the liquid fire that had already begun pooling in my lower abdomen shoots through my veins. My pussy throbs with want. Reaching upward, I hold onto his shoulders as his hand slips inside my panties, the pads of his fingers brushing over my clit. He pinches at my nipple through my lace bra before tugging the cup down for better access. Warm breath cascades over my ear, and he groans. I’m quickly coming undone from what he’s doing to me, which is only aided by the sexy-as-fuck visual in front of me. Beckham and Royal have peeled out of their shirts, and I can only imagine what that must be like, hard body against hard body, the scrape of facial hair. I suck in a breath as Beckham’s hand moves between their bodies, rubbing over Royal’s dick. The heated stare they exchange has my heart rate picking up, and I’m positive Beckham is slowly driving Royal out of his mind. I kinda love it.
Everything I’m feeling, everything I’m seeing, has my head swimming with want. I ache for more and more as Wilder’s fingers move in swift circles. He’s making me feel so good. I turn in his arms, planting my hands on his solid chest. Fuck. I love how his hard muscles ripple beneath my fingertips. With a happy sigh, I bite my lip while I trail my hands down to the waistband of his joggers. For a quick second, I raise my brows and look into his dark and stormy eyes before tugging his pants down over his hips and ass. The appearance of his thick, pierced cock makes my heart thud, and I can’t resist. I sink to my knees, ready to worship this man who gave everything he had tonight.
Wilder lets out a startled sound, his eyes hot on me. My gaze lowers to wander over the piercings at the head of his dick. I grasp his thick length, his skin warm in my hand as I slowly begin to stroke toward the head, my thumb toying with the piercing on the underside of his cock when I get to it. Wilder watches me from under hooded eyes as I flick out my tongue to collect the pre-cum beading at the tip. The flavor of him on my tongue sends a surge of wetness into my panties at the same time his entire body shudders hard. “Fuuuck, Echo,” he hisses. I stroke him again… once, twice… then take him into my mouth. It’s a whole new experience, the way the piercings feel. I run my tongue over them, which results in him dropping his head back on his shoulders, his mouth open, a low moan rolling out.
Just as quickly, he brings his head forward again, like he can’t keep his eyes off what I’m doing. I take him deep, then slowly withdraw all the way, alternately dropping kisses and licking along his length before I take him into my mouth again. My ministrations have him grasping the back of my head with one hand and rocking his hips. His cock hits the back of my throat over and over. I can’t get enough. My pussy throbs at the idea of what I’m making him feel.
“Echo. Touch yourself for me,” he grits out, his voice gravelly with need.
I blink up at him.
“Do it.”
My hand shakes as I dip it into my unzipped shorts and slide it inside my panties. The wetness I encounter between my thighs doesn’t surprise me at all, because I’m so turned on thinking about what I’m doing, but also thinking about what’s going on behind me on that couch. I gasp around Wilder’s cock as I bring my slick fingers to my clit and begin to touch myself in the way I know will make me come. I lose myself in everything we’re doing, close my eyes, and let the cyclone of feeling I’m caught in pick me up and carry me away.
