me onto him. His hips, his arms, and even his abs worked me, leaving me free to kiss him hard, feeling our bodies grind together. His chest teased my breasts. My knees clung to his hips. The friction was oh so sweet, and the pounding was even better.
When I started breathing hard and could feel my skin growing slick against his hands, I reached down, finding my clit. I let my fingers play, leaving the hard work for him, and he groaned. When my fingertips brushed his shaft, he growled.
"Rub it," he begged. "God, I wanna feel you cum on me. Stroke yourself, baby."
He didn't have to tell me twice. Every thrust teased me from the inside. My fingers handled the outside. I felt my back begging to arch, my insides tensing against him, and then it hit. Pleasure washed over me, ripping out a cry loud enough I couldn't deny it. Inside me, he jerked, pulsed, and I felt his fingers press just a little too hard against my ribs before he grunted, the sound deep and satisfied.
Then I flopped forward, curling into him, letting him wrap his arms around me. Seth just buried his face against my shoulder and chuckled. "Red, if you put your cold nose against my balls, I will kick you."
I glanced back to see their massive dog staring at us. With a huff, he turned and trotted down the hall as if annoyed that the show was over. The whole thing made me giggle, and I turned back to press my cheek against Seth's chest.
"Your dog's got way too much personality. You know that, right?"
"Oh, yeah," he promised. "You have no idea." Then he gently eased the hair away from my face. "You make everything worth it. Just let me hold you for a little bit."
I did. And when he went to dispose of the condom, I pulled on his shirt and my panties, then snuggled with him on the couch. It was entirely possible that I fell asleep, but this was my weekend, and one where I didn't need to be anything close to responsible. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend it than being wrapped in a man's arms.
CHAPTER 41
The smell of bacon woke me. I had no clue what time it was, but I knew we weren't alone. The clink of a cup came from the direction of the recliner. Soft, nearly muted voices from the TV made it clear that someone else was awake. Then I heard movement from another chair. Forcing my eyes open, I looked around to find the guys enjoying their own Saturday morning routine.
Eventually, my eyes reached Ian. His were on me, and a tiny smile played on his lips as he lifted a finger before them, gesturing for me to be quiet. "Seth's still asleep."
Ok, now that was cute. Most men I'd known would've gone out of their way to wake him. Add in the fact that I was lying in his arms? I honestly felt like I should start explaining, but the warm, content looks from the rest proved it wasn't necessary. They seemed more like they were proud I'd ended up here than jealous.
"You look good in his shirt," Trent said, proving he was on the other couch.
Lane's deep chuckle came next. "Must've been good. Neither of them touched the coffees they made at stupid o'clock this morning."
Carefully, I extracted myself from Seth's limp arms, glanced back to see just how adorable he was asleep. The answer was very. Only then did I sit up and scrub at my face, trying to force myself to wake.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Noon," Ian said. "Pax is making breakfast. Your clothes are all clean and dry."
"I read the labels," Lane promised. "Didn't want to mess up the dress."
That may have been the sexiest words to ever come out of any man's mouth. I'd noticed that they kept their place clean, but I'd been married long enough to know exactly how many shortcuts could be taken. My ex had only understood two styles of laundry: bleach or without. Never mind that they'd already cleaned up not only the back yard, but also the dishes from the meal they'd made last night. Having someone else be the maid for a bit was a lot nicer than I'd expected.
"Thank you," I told him, forcing myself to my feet. "Bathroom."
Lane pointed up the hall, toward where the master bedroom was. "Use mine. Has a toothbrush in it, if