Into Their Woods (The Eerie, #1)(117)

I don’t.

When he drags off my bra and my breasts drop free, Ellery’s sharp intake of breath is music to my ears. With a small splat, the bra hits the wood floor, and I lean back into Ruger’s chest, reaching for his hands and pulling them up to cup my breasts.

Ruger’s calloused fingers are gentle as he palms me. His touch makes me grow heavy with need, and when his huge thumbs circle my nipples, the sparks that shoot down to my core leave me gasping.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Ruger practically purrs.

Ellery’s expression says he agrees. He bites his lip as he watches his denmate touch me.

“You too,” I urge, my eyes dipping down to my panties—which he hasn’t removed yet—the look a very unsubtle hint.

“You want us both at the same time?” Ellery’s eyes spark, the bedside lamp lending them a golden glow. He steps forward, his fingers deliberately tracing the waistband of my bikini briefs. “Can you handle two men at once?”

I stare at him, a playful challenge in my eyes and my smirk. “Ask Perth and Gannon what I can handle.”

A dirty grin flashes across his face, and he leans closer as his finger hooks my waistband in the middle and runs his finger underneath the waistband. His finger drops down, down, down.

“What did you let our brothers do to you?” he inquires, his voice dripping with hungry promise, his eyes glinting with desire.

I get lost in the feel of him, but just when he starts to press right where I desperately need, he pulls his finger away and holds my panties tented away from me, that finger a good two inches from my slit.

“Did they kiss you?” he questions, leaning forward like he’s going to do just that to my jaw. Instead of skimming his lips over my skin, he drags the barest edge of his teeth across it and—holy fucking hell—does that leave me a panting mess. “Did you let them play with these tits?”

My breasts heave in Ruger’s hands, my body responding to Ellery’s lurid words and Ruger’s touch. He tweaks my nipples in perfect sync with the salacious talk, expertly plucking, pulling, and pinching.

Who knew the upstanding sheriff had this naughty mouth? This discovery makes it feel like it’s my birthday and I’m unwrapping the best surprise present ever.

“Yeah, they kissed me,” I murmur drunkenly, overcome with pulsing desire.

“How about this pussy, Noah?” he asks, his lips barely brushing mine. I almost whimper in protest when his hand and fingers don’t dip to play with my other lips. That mouth of his grazes over my gasps as he follows up on his first question, the words ghosting across my skin. “Did they play with it? Taste it? Did you let Perth and Gannon fuck this pretty pussy?”

His words pour over me like gasoline.

Then his kiss lights the match.

And I fucking burn.

As his tongue plunders my mouth, I project mental images of Gannon bending me backward over the couch and lapping between my thighs. The memory plays like a video in Ruger’s and Ellery’s heads, though Ellery still doesn’t touch me the way I want. His fingers skim along the outer edges of my pussy, cruelly taunting.

“Give me those goddamned fingers!”

“Earn them.”

Oh, no. He did not.

I mentally project how Perth joined in, bending over me. Ruger moans, grinding against my ass. When I cut off the image abruptly, Ellery pulls back from our kiss to glare. But I simply smile up at him.

“See, Sheriff? Two can play this teasing game.”

Ellery moves his hands until he grips my underwear on either hip. Then he rips them off me with a quick brutal tug.

Fuck. I’m so damn wet I’m practically dripping.

The slow, meticulous way his gaze sweeps over me makes me feel like stalked prey. I both love the sensation and want my turn being the predator.

“More,” Ruger requests as his lips suck on the base of my neck.

And while I like the face off against Ellery, I can’t resist Ruger’s soft plea.

I mentally feed them every salacious second of my fun on the couch with Perth and Gannon. As I do, Ruger grinds against me, and I can feel his cock throb when I relive my prior orgasm.

Afterward, Ellery’s hot palm rubs against my core. Just that basic touch nearly brings me to my knees. I tremble when his middle finger bends slightly to check how wet I am.

“You like being a dirty girl, Noah?” he asks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Because I’m going to ask you to be a very dirty girl.”

God. My thigh muscles clench. I have to resist the urge to tilt my hips and force that finger deeper. Ellery’s need is an entirely different flavor than Gannon’s or Perth’s was. There’s a darker undertone to it—not malicious—but far more deliberate.

I’m not certain I’ve ever been slow-played like this before, but it’s doing all kinds of things for me, and I want to savor every second.

It’s Ruger who surprises me with his next demand, his breath caressing the shell of my ear as he decrees, “Ride my face. I need to fucking taste you.”

The words are barely out of his mouth when I know exactly what I want. I want to fuck Ruger’s face while Ellery fucks mine.

“On the ground,” I order Ruger, and he wastes no time pulling off his sweats and lying back on the soft blue rug.

Ellery strips down too. Neither of them are even a little self-conscious about their nudity. Then again when you look like they do, there’s nothing to be shy over—and plenty to be cocky about.