her sweat-slicked back with light fingertips.
“You are so unexpected,” he said quietly.
She turned her head to face him. “In a good way?” Olivia thought his tone sounded serious.
“Definitely in the best way possible.” The tips of his fingers brushed along her spine from neck to ass cheek and back again. When Wade returned, he snuggled up to her on the other side of the bed. He kissed her shoulder and her cheek gently.
“So what do you think?” Wade asked. “Still interested in double-penetration sex tomorrow night?”
She opened her eyes and lifted her head. “Absolutely.” Staring into his amazing blue-eyed gaze, Olivia was a bit mesmerized. It was also the pervasive emotion running freely through her body, mind, and soul. She added, “I think you two have bewitched me. I’ll never be the same.”
“That’s good, right?” Wade asked. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled.
“I’m not sure yet. I don’t want to give you big heads, but believe me when I tell you tonight was the best sex I’ve ever had. Ever. In my entire life. I mean it. This has been a whole new level of sexual satisfaction for me. I don’t want to move. Which is good. Because I don’t know that I could just yet anyway.”
Wade chuckled. “Boneless and sated, then? Good. I’m very happy to hear that.”
She turned to look at Dalton. His expression was filled with the sort of male pride only a sexual compliment can bring about. The sardonic smirk lifting one corner of his mouth was so sexy, she wanted to lick it away and then draw her tongue over every inch of his body. If she only had any strength left.
“I’m looking forward to tomorrow night. If I regain the use of my limbs by then.”
Dalton’s smirk turned into a beautiful, toothy grin of satisfaction. “You’re young. I’m sure you’ll snap back very soon.”
“I’m glad you’re sure. We haven’t even had double-penetration sex yet, and I can’t imagine better sex than we’ve already had. I’ve been looking forward to being doubly fucked.”
Wade said, “So, does that mean you liked the taste I gave you with my fingers?”
She turned her head back to his pensive face and said, “I loved it. Truly.”
Olivia’s sexually satisfied brain was having a hard time thinking about a future without these men as a part of it. She couldn’t make trips out to the Western US a very regular part of her soon-to-be very demanding life, but perhaps this wouldn’t be their one and only time together.
She mentally stopped in her tracks. Openly wanting to share two men on a regular basis was a very dangerous thought to have, given her constraints. This was supposed to be a onetime, wild weekend of lust and sex. Not a coming out party to find a husband. Or two. Or to regularly participate in their admittedly unbridled lifestyle. She needed to remember that.
Wade stroked her skin with his wide, callused hands. The sensation sent tingles spiraling down her body. She loved that he was a working man with the hardened hands to show for it. He was what she considered a real man, unlike many in her circle of peers back home. “I’m glad I caught you at the exit door before you left.”
“Believe me. So am I.” She stretched and lengthened her body as he continued stroking.
“Why did you leave, anyway?”
Her shoulders lifted and dropped. “No one made me want to take my clothes off.”
Wade grinned. “I made you want to strip naked? Awesome.”
“Well, not exactly. I just meant that I didn’t feel any spark with anyone else. All the men were very nice. They were very easy to talk to…” She trailed off, unable to further articulate her feelings without feeling like she was putting down the men of the club.
“But no all-important spark of lust, is that right?” Dalton asked.
“Right. Lust. It’s a very important attribute, as it turns out.”
“I understand that,” he said with that sardonic smile resting on his hard, handsome