Page 117 of Almost Rotten

Somewhere between the frantic curses and the needy cries, Mercer stood up, pulled out his cock, and asked Sawyer to open her pretty little mouth.

He lasts all of four seconds before he comes, too, the shared pleasure and depth of our connection taking on a life of its own as happiness, joy, safety, and satiation radiate off our girl.

Chapter fifty

Sawyer

“You’re warm enough?” Mercer nuzzles into the crook of my neck.

I giggle when his stubble grates against my skin, then shiver when he doubles down and rubs his face back and forth.

“Stop!” I screech, feet kicking. He’s giving me goose bumps, which does nothing to ward off the chill in my bones.

He settles, drawing the thick plaid blanket around me tighter. “Answer me, Ms. Davvies.”

I smack his arm. “Iwouldif you’d stop tickling me, Professor Eden.”

Grinning, he plants a kiss on my forehead. “We can go inside if you’re too cold.”

Noah has to be up earlier than we do, so he went in about an hour ago. He insisted we take our time, and Mercer was keen to stay out here a little longer, so I let him go.

Right here, in this man’s arms, is exactly where I need to be.

“Sweetheart,” Mercer starts, the hesitation in his tone putting me on high alert. “I took three pictures with Noah’s phone. Should I delete them tomorrow?”

Comfort and ease shroud me. I’m so deeply grateful for Mercer’s personal brand of aftercare.

I shake my head and peek up to meet his eye. “No. I want Noah to have those. But I definitely want them on my phone, too.”

With a salacious smile, he hums. “I wouldn’t mind having them either. Just wait until you see how good you looked speared on his cock.”

I clench my thighs, wincing slightly when a little ache rolls through me. For as good as I may have looked, I will definitely be feeling the effects of this weekend for a few days.

“Thank you for asking,” I add, craning back and planting a soft kiss on his neck.

“Always,” he assures me. “And know that if you ever change your mind, I’ll make sure the photos are permanently deleted, no questions asked.”

I believe him. And I appreciate him so damn much.

If only the other man in my life had the same regard for my autonomy and safety…

I emit a little sigh, then shiver as I try to push out thoughts of Tytus from my mind.

“You’re sure you’re not too cold?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I love this weather.”

A hum rumbles out of him. “I love it, too. The colder the better.”

“I would have never guessed, what with your warm, sunshiny personality,” I quip.

He snorts. “Fair shot. Fall has been my favorite for as long as I can remember. This is when the orchard comes alive. When Noah and I were growing up, the hubbub here always served as an easy excuse for me to stay all weekend.”

I snuggle into his chest, picking at the fringed edges of the blanket we’re buried under. For as deliciously chilly as the evening has been, it’s starting to feel downright cold.

Noah insisted on extinguishing the fire before he went inside. Only a few embers remain, which Mercer swore he’d take care of, even promising to take a picture of the doused firepit before we head in for the night.

Head tilted, studying him, I ask the question that’s been on my mind all day. “Have you two always been this close?”