With Ace breathing deep next to me, I can tell he’s already asleep. My mind is racing though. I feel out of whack. Like just having sex with Ace has destroyed the perfect balance we’ve had so far. Up until now, it’s only ever been the three of us in the bedroom. Not to mention the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room… It’s been fun.

But now, I can’t stop this feeling crawling over me that everything has been knocked out of orbit. And there’s only one thing that will make it right. I slip free from Ace’s arms and only bother putting my bra and panties back on. I’m not about to hide what happened here from Razor. That’s not how I want this relationship to go. I just need to feel him, to experience the ying to the yang, to restore order to my body and mind.

Razor is throwing a couple more logs on a rip-roaring fire he got going. The entire cabin feels toasty and even in my underwear, I’m comfortable.

I feel like seduction is oozing from me as I narrow my sights on him and let my hips swing dramatically with each step toward him.

Razor looks up and his eyebrows shoot up with surprise. He stands, his brilliant blue eyes soaking in the view I’m giving him.

“It’s nice in here,” I purr. “But aren’t you getting hot with all those clothes on?”

I take the last few steps between us and drag my finger down his chest, looking up at him from under my hooded eyes.

“Listen, I think before we do anything we should talk,” he cuts to the chase, grabbing my hands and holding them together so I can’t roam them over him.

“We can talk after, Razor. Right now, I need you. Nothing will be right again until I have you,” I try to explain, but I can tell he doesn’t get it.

“Caitlin, I’m not sure I can keep doing this with you, not when I know this is all going to be over soon. I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t feel like this is more than sex.”

“Isn’t the sex enough? Because I know I can’t stop thinking about it,” I push, but he won’t budge.

He keeps my wrists circled in his hands, jutting out his jaw, his nostrils flare and the short hairs of his beard quiver as he clenches his teeth together. I can see the fire dancing behind his eyes. He wants me as badly as I need him. He just won’t say it. He’s trying to get me to commit to more than I can. I can’t tell him what he wants, so he won’t give me what I need.

“I know when this started I thought a week of sharing you with Ace would be enough. I never imagined I would start to need to hear your voice. That I would find myself dreaming about you. I never really thought about you leaving, so I didn’t realize how much I would miss you.” He swallows hard. “Can’t you at least consider staying?” He finally asks the question out loud. No more dancing around it. He’s put it on the table, and he’s waiting for my answer.

I can’t tell him that I want to say yes. I’m not ready to make a commitment to something so uncertain. If he’s hurt now by the idea of me leaving, how will he feel if I say I’d like to stay and then change my mind? It’s better to keep my lips sealed.

“I don’t know, Razor. It’s a lot to ask.” I try to be as honest as I can be.

Disappointment crashes over his face and he drops my hands. “Okay then, at least I know.”

I can see this attempt to even things out with him isn’t going to work. Razor looks like he could use some space, so I turn to walk into his room. Maybe a nap isn’t such a bad idea after all. I take a step but he grabs my wrist again, this time tugging me back to him. I face him and he kisses me slowly, softly, sensually. I open my mouth to his tongue and moan.

Razor’s hands slide down over my back and he grabs my ass tight. He keeps moving them down, his palms traveling down the back of my legs until he circles my thighs. He lifts my legs and I wrap them around him as he walks me over to the kitchen counter.

As soon as he sits me on the edge, his fingers unsnap my bra strap and he takes one of my rosy nipples in his mouth. I lean back on the heels of my hands and arch my breasts toward him, getting lost in the buzzing jolt of pleasure driving through me.

I open my legs and lock my feet around him. The natural perfume of my desire rises between us and that flame I saw in his eyes earlier becomes a wildfire. Razor licks his fingers and buries them beneath the thin fabric of my panties. He uses my juices to lubricate them and slides them up my mound until he reaches my clit.

I bite my lip; my heart is already racing and he’s only just touched me. My skin rushes with heat and I knit my eyebrows together as I concentrate on the building bliss he’s bringing to me. Razor watches me intently.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I didn’t even realize my eyelids had fluttered closed. I can barely meet his intense gaze. It feels too personal. I know I’m half naked and grinding up against Razor’s hand, but when I look into his eyes like this, I feel more exposed somehow. The way his bright blue eyes darken and he drops his head, like he’s focusing on more than just the surface. It’s as if he’s trying to see inside me, and when he looks at me like that, I’m convinced he can. Vulnerability makes me shy, I cast my eyes down and he tilts my chin up with his finger and thumb while he still circles his fingers over my sensitive nub.

“I said look at me. I want to watch you cum on my fingers, Caitlin. And then on my cock.” He hypnotizes me with his baby blues.

I can feel the sensation growing stronger, the aching need for release with him is starting to spill over, I force myself to look at him as the orgasm pulses through me, until I can’t keep my eyes open for another second. I have to shut them, it’s all too much. My thighs quake around him and I gasp as shudders of electric pleasure travel through me like a current.

As it weakens, and the feeling fades, I open my eyes again. Our lips are suddenly pressed together in a kiss and I’m scratching at his shirt, desperate to pull it off of him.

He smells like the woods. Like the wild. Like an untamed man. And it drives me to the edge of my sanity to breath him in. Razor quickly peels off his clothes, dropping each article of clothing down into a fabric puddle on the floor.

“I want to watch you cum again,” he murmurs.

I nod. I want to feel him make me cum again. He lifts me from the counter and holds my ass as he lines his thick cock at my entrance. He thrusts inside me and I grind down his shaft at the same time, he fills me quickly and fully. My nipples are pebbles and my pussy is flooded with slick nectar for him. After already being fucked by Ace, I’m wetter than I’ve ever been before, and even still, he’s stretching me out.

I slide my arms over Razor’s shoulders and lift myself up a bit. He pulls me back down, burying his cock in me so deep I suck in a sharp breath. I grind against him and squeeze him tight with my pussy, holding his cock like a glove.

“Fuck,” he groans in my ear.

He watches me, and this time I’m not nervous to show him what he does to me. I let my lips open and my eyelids hood as his cock fills me with every pump. Suddenly, Razor starts thrusting into me deep and fast.

“Oh!” It’s all I can utter. The feeling of his cock burying to the hilt inside me over and over makes another orgasm shudder through me. My body tightens and my pussy squeezes down on him hard.

Razor pulls out and drops me to my feet. “On your knees,” he growls and I comply. He jerks his cock in front of my face and I open my mouth for him, letting him spurt his seed over my lips and tongue. He’s breathing heavy when the last of his cum drips onto my face. I stand up and grab a paper towel, rinsing off his seed at the sink.

“Get over here.” He lifts me up and carries me over to the couch. I can’t help but giggle and settle down against him as we stretch out naked in front of the fire.