Page 91 of Almost Rotten

Smooth, wet skin slicks against mine, her body slipping against mine more concerning than erotic.

I can’t get a good grip on her.

I can’t hold her tight enough to make her stay.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She won’t stop saying it, the apology transforming into a nonsensical prayer.

When a pathetic whimper escapes her, I snap.

With both hands firmly cupping her head, I pull her away and force her to meet my eyes.

“Sweetheart, stop apologizing. Stop tormenting yourself. Just tell us what you need.”

Lip quivering, she meekly says, “You. I just need you. You and Noah, holding me, even after all the ways I’ve let you down.”

Fingertips trail down my torso, igniting a path of desire in their wake.

I’m rock hard and raring to go by the time she wraps her hand around my shaft.

I suck in a sharp breath, warring over my next move.

“Honey,” Noah says softly, no doubt torturing himself over the same quandary.

“I’m more than sure,” she says breathily. “I need you. Both of you.Please.”

The lastpleaseis the shove I need.

“Hold that leg.” I position myself at her entrance but pause there, just to be sure.

Time stands still. None of us move. The hammering of my heart and the erratic rhythm of my breaths are so loud I can feel every cell vibrating.

Sawyer tips her head back, looks me in the eye, and whispers, “Mercer.”

I snap, slam into her, and capture her mouth in an urgent, needy, desperate kiss.

Chapter thirty-seven

Noah

“Turn around and kiss him,” Mercer demands.

He grips her arms and spins her, and with her chest pressed to mine, she drapes herself against me, giving me all her weight.

He’s been pounding into her with so much pent-up frustration I was worried he’d hurt her.

I tried to say as much. Asked him to ease up a little.

Through gritted teeth, and with a maniacal darkness in his eyes, he said, “She can fucking take it.”

Now that she’s facing me and safe in my arms, I can breathe again.

I bend low, ready to greet Sawyer with all the softness and sweetness she deserves.

Instead she meets my tenderness with a hungry kiss.

“Noah,” she moans when I pull back long enough for her to catch her breath.

The sound of my name on her lips goes straight to my cock.