Feline the Pressure - L.A. Boruff Page 0,2

say.

I love you.

Well, I love you too, James. Hank and Will as well. Though I don't say it out loud. I'm certain it's too soon, or it'll complicate things, and that's the last thing I want.

Instead, I do the only thing I can, and press my body against his. Our lips crash against one another, and he moans, the sound vibrating through me and filling every part of me with a feeling I can't describe. My body softens despite my aggravation, and I melt into his strong body with nothing but our clothes between us. Not that they stop me from feeling the hardness of his dick against me. Warmth and desire spread through me at the thought of what he can do with it.

I break the kiss and hold his gaze. "You know, unlike you, I go after what I want."

He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, hoisting me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cling to his shoulders as he reaches under me and yanks his jogging shorts down then shoves my panties to the side.

James sinks into me with one thrust, his cock filling me in a way I've only ever felt with two other people. And both of them are upstairs in the bed, waiting for me. He moves into me with ease, both of us far too turned on to have to worry about whether or not I'm going to hurt in the morning.

He doesn't need any help holding me upright, which is nothing to do with magic, and all to do with the hard ropes of muscle which make up his body. But I'm glad when he pushes me back against a tree. It gives us better leverage to move against one another. I'm lost in the movement of our bodies, and the sound of his ragged breathing in my ear.

"You're definitely a fully grown woman," he says in his alluring accent, then crushes his lips to mine again as we move together. Pleasure uncoils within me, intensifying with every move he makes.

The thrill of knowing we're standing in the backyard and that anyone could look out any of the back windows only adds to the desire coursing through me. This is probably the wildest thing I've ever done, out here in the open. Other than all the other things I've done with the three of them. They've definitely broadened my horizons when it comes to intimacy.

Moaning, I snag James' lip between my teeth and tug lightly as he groans, and I can tell he's not going to last much longer. The satisfaction runs through me at that, only adding to the well inside me. It isn't going to be long until it rips through me. And hopefully, through him too.

I lose myself in the motions until it's impossible to hold back any longer. My entire body begins to shake as the pleasure of my orgasm rips through me. My vision blurs, and my other senses fade away. I'm dimly aware of James' rhythm changing as he reaches his peak too, and then I feel him come too.

For a moment, I swear I black out from the intensity I'm feeling. I slump against James' chest, the tree supporting both of our weights.

As everything begins to settle back to normal, I blink a few times and assess how my body is feeling. When I'm ready I unhook my legs, and slide down James's body and straighten my thin lace panties so they'll catch the evidence of our naughty rendezvous in the back yard.

"I'm sorry I responded like that," he whispers, and I know he isn't referring to the sex. "You just scared me. I thought you were possessed or something."

Damn it. He looks so freaking cute and sorry, staring down at the grass, his blond hair wild. Does he really think after that orgasm I’m still mad at him? Men...

With a sigh and a squeeze, I forgive him. "It's okay. I was in my right mind, but you're right. I should've yelled for one of you, or at least warned someone."

"Or put on shoes." His chuckle rumbles in my ear, and I can't help but laugh with him.

"Right."

The back door opens, not a full minute after we finished fucking, and Theresa sticks her head out. "Hey! Get in here!"

Her voice breaks through the moment with James, and we share a panicked look.

We rush into the kitchen, and find Theresa standing in the middle of the tile wringing her hands. But