I try to make my body convey my answer as I moan, letting myself indulge in the idea of it, trying to shift myself down to press him in again when he pulls out, but his hold on himself and on me remains tight. Strong enough that I trust him to never let go.
“Not yet,” he tells me again, pushing forward just enough to let me feel the width of him and to hold me there until I cry half in relief and half in protest. “Not yet.”
I stalk toward the cabin from the creek, the change of clothes I pulled from the line clinging uncomfortably to my cool, damp skin after I had washed away the hunt, but I’m too distracted turning the same thought over and over to care.
So focused on it that by the time I finally reach the porch, I’m so anxious for it to be real that I don’t even so much as slow my stride, my hand immediately twisting the knob to let myself in and whipping the door shut behind me with a resounding snap.
“And there would be my rope…” I say, coming to a stop in the middle of the room. “Here I was worried I’d misplaced it.”
My eyes had gone straight to the bed where I already knew Cypress would have Cora bound and bare. Imagining it on my ride back had been one thing, but seeing it for myself… The way her wrists are fixed to the headboard while she kneels, her perfect round ass up while her chest lies flush with the bed and her hands hold fast to the rope. Cypress is positioned behind her, unmoving even as she shifts and whines, a remarkably calmsmile on his face as he looks over his shoulder at me.Fuck.
“Afraid we had need of it,” Cypress explains simply, his well-muscled form on display as his left hand runs up and down Cora’s spine appreciatively, his right keeping a grip on her waist. “Challenging for her to stay still any other way. Isn’t it, wild one?”
Her answer is half-curse and half-moan. No doubt partially due to the way Cypress times the question with a shallow push inside her, his strong hold and the rope enough to prevent her from taking him deeper even if she tried.
“Cypress,” I say, trying to find the means to speak when my mouth has run dry. Wanting them both so bad that I can barely breathe. “How many?” I ask him with a note of disapproval. “How many times?”
How many times had he taken her to the brink only to pull her back? How many times had he left her wanting? Left her aching for him?
“I may have lost track.” Cypress tilts his head, looking back down and taking a firm hold of Cora’s hips, his fingertips digging into their plush weight while he considers the question. “But I suppose…”
She looks about to answer for him, but nearly as quick as he’s able to draw a gun, Cypress flips Cora onto her back, the movement unexpected enough it makes me take a step forward, though Cypress is slow and methodical again when he leans over her to recheck the binding at her wrists. Testing to make sure the rope isn’t hurting her before he tugs her down the bed, adjusting her body so that her arms are still raised above her and her legs are still spread with him kneeling in between.
“I suppose enough,” Cypress says once he seems satisfied with her position, brushing her hair away from her face so he can see her eyes clearly as they plead with him in a way I would never be able to resist. “I suppose enough that she might justifiably seekretribution once I cut her loose, but…” He grins and arches a brow first at Cora and then at me. “Perhaps I can convince her to forgive me.”
While he holds my gaze, he skims his hands over her, over every place I would like to have my own hands. Mapping her as he moves down her body slowly, pulling a moan from me as well as her when his right hand cups her at the apex of her thighs and he easily pushes three fingers inside her cunt while his thumb teases over her back entrance, getting her used to the sensation. One more thing we have to teach her as we continue to give her our lessons, as we introduce her to things in stages. Helps that both of us are so fucking addicted to her cunt that we haven’t seen much reason to rush. Not that she would mind if we did. Never does want to go slow.
As Cypress touches her, Cora rolls her hips to fuck herself on his fingers, a blissful expression breaking across her face as she bites into her bottom lip and lets it wash over her. Her breathing gets quicker as my own grows shallower, my hand flexing at my side to reach for her as—
I close the distance in four strides at her frustrated cry, my hand at Cypress’s throat with a pressure far lighter than the weight of my words as I bring my face within an inch of his.
“Thought you were seeking forgiveness,” I say evenly, trying not to groan at the way his fingers are slick with her while his hands reflexively come up to grip my forearm. “Thought you said it was enough.”
The Cypress that grins back at me is not the same one I left on the porch this morning. This one has the claws, the eyes that are more black than blue. This one provokes a memory.
One made in this same room years ago when we were both completely different yet much the same as we are now. When we were hiding from the trouble nipping at our heels but couldn’t seem to hide from one another.
“Enough.” My voice is low as I keep my hand on Cypress’s throat, leaning forward so that my mouth brushes his. “Enough, Cy. I’ve got you.”
I told Cora I would fuck her until I was ready to stop. But that moment hadn’t come… I hadn’t wanted to stop.
It had felt too good.Shehad felt too good, her body wound tight like a bowstring for me to pull and release. I had gotten lost in it. In pushing both of us to the point of desperation while still staying in control. I had been in control. Except I wasn’t. And I certainly am not now.
Aiden’s got me by the neck like an errant pup, those shoulders heaving as he looks at me with those deep brown eyes. Telling me that it’s enough. My hands on his forearm loosen their grip, resting there as my body begins to relax. As I start to give myself over to a higher power.
Maybe I am religious after all. Maybe I really should ask for forgiveness since I’m already on my knees.
Aiden only lets me go for a moment to strip off his clothing, but Cora’s already there. Her body fitting against mine without restraint once Aiden lets her free, her hands on my chest as sheguides me to sit back on my heels so she can crawl into my lap.
I wrap an arm around her as she sinks down on me, so ready that she takes all of me in one smooth motion, and we both moan from the devastating relief of it at last. All I can do is hold her tight as she starts to rock, Aiden’s right hand once more at the base of my throat now that he’s crawled into bed behind me, angling my head back so that he can devour my mouth while Cora has everything else. Her lips fall against my neck as she tells me between kisses how good I feel, how good I am, how she never wants to stop.
I don’t want to either. Even after she’s lying on her back on the pillows with a satisfied smile as she drags her fingers through the mess I left on her chest and brings it to her mouth, then Aiden’s. Murmuring to me when she cups my face while I brace myself over her, my forehead pressed to hers as Aiden takes what remains of my hunger in deep, measured thrusts.
Right before he comes, he pulls me back up with an arm across my chest, his teeth sinking in over the scar on my shoulder, and for a moment I think Aiden is the one trembling until I realize it’s me. Too late to hide my tell.
Not that I ever could. Not with them.
I want to stay in this moment forever. Listening to the sounds of the wind in the woods through the open windows, feeling the soft pressure of Cypress’s hand on my thigh and the beat of Aiden’s heart beneath my cheek.