“I told you,” she teased. “You were eating faster than I could peel.” She took another spoonful of the thick stew. He loved her innocence, and the fact she trusted them and didn’t think anything could go wrong. Damon wanted to keep it that way. No sense for her to worry too. Hopefully, he was just blowing things out of proportion, and Caleb would walk through the door soon.
“I won’t let it go to waste,” he said. Living off the grid, they learned not to throw anything out, especially food.
“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”
He narrowed his eyes.
“You’re not hiding anything from me. I know you’re worried,” she said.
“Everything will be fine. The town’s a long ways out.” He was trying to convince himself as much as he tried to convince Opal.
“He’ll be home soon.” She stood up and came around to the back of his chair. Opal began to massage his shoulders, her small hands working magic. After all the wood cutting he’d done earlier, his body was full of aches.
He moaned. “That feels amazing, sweetheart.”
“You’re too tense.”
“Well, you’re making me feel a whole lot better.” He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her skilled fingers working his muscles. Damon loved the attention of a woman—his woman.
“Are you sure you’re good with all this? Sharing a woman, I mean. It doesn’t seem fair to either of you.”
He scoffed. “You don’t know me and Caleb. We need each other, but we need a family just as much. You’re perfect for us, Opal.”
She combed her fingers through his hair, and he couldn’t help but moan.
“I think I’m ready then.”
He turned in his seat. “Ready for what?”
She bit her lower lip, that sexy little habit she had when she was nervous. “What you’ve both been hinting at. I want you both to share me.”
Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “We have been sharing you.”
“You know what I mean.”
Fuck, he wanted her to say it. “Not really, baby girl.”
He patted his lap, and she sat down, her plump ass making his cock harder. “Really sharing,” she said.
Damon couldn’t hold back. He kissed her hard on the mouth. He lost himself right away, loving her taste and playful tongue. He slipped his hand under her shirt and ran his hand over her breast, giving her a firm squeeze. “Explain yourself. Tell me.”
“I want you both to take me at the same time, not just taking turns.”
His jaw clenched as he attempted to control his raging libido. “You going to let me take your ass, Opal?”
She nodded, her full lips parted.
He wanted Caleb home. Now. She was driving him crazy. He couldn’t wait to double-fuck her, claiming her properly. “You shouldn’t tell me these things when we’re alone.”
“I’ve been wanting to tell you both, but…”
Damon held her closer. “Don’t be shy with us.” He ran the backs of his fingers along her cheek. Fuck, he was in love with her. “I like it when you tell me what you want.”
“I’m a bit scared, too.”
“Don’t you worry, baby, nothing to be scared about. We’ll go nice and slow. Before long you’ll be begging us to double-fuck you.”
They kissed again, the urgency between them growing by the minute. Opal was addicting. “I feel safe with you,” she whispered against his lips. Those few words meant the world to him, and he’d spend the rest of his life living up to her expectations.