Free Lily's Secrets [Elk Creek 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Gigi Moore

up a hand to cup his cheek and it immediately brought him back to the moment when he had walked in on her and Dakota and how she had touched the Indian the same way. He swallowed down his own rage, fearing what she’d say next.
    “I want you , Wyatt.”
    Only me?
    The question rested on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t have the gumption to ask her. He didn’t want to hear the answer.
    Or did he?
    If he was being completely honest with himself, Wyatt hadn’t been as jealous at the sight of another man touching his wife as he thought he should have been.
    Despite the innocence of the touch, he’d seen the hunger in the Indian’s blue eyes. He knew how much Dakota wanted Lily and how much restraint it had taken for him not to do more than hold her hand. He wasn’t sure how much more restrained he would have remained, however, had Wyatt not come home.
    How much more intimate would he have found the pair of them had he returned home just a few minutes later?
    The idea of, not just another man, but Dakota giving Lily pleasure when he lately hadn’t been able to made Wyatt suddenly hot and hornier than a bull. When he gave freer rein to the image of the Indian between Lily’s legs, pushing inside of her, his red-brown complexion contrasting against Lily’s fairer one, Wyatt thought he would burst out of his pants from hankering.
    What was wrong with him to be thinking like that? How could he want to see his wife, the woman he loved, being pleasured by another man? Was he off the reservation?
    Wyatt pressed his body against Lily as if to ward off the aberrant mental picture, but it only made things worse. He bent slightly at the knees to press his throbbing cock against the warm juncture of her thighs. When she moaned and pressed herself against him in response, he nearly lost it right then and there.
    “Wyatt…”
    “I want you.”
    “We can’t do this now,” she panted.
    “You’re my wife. I want you.” He circled his hips, pressing his cock against her slit to emphasize his point, and Lily squeezed her eyes tight as if to fight off her own desires.
    When her hands crept up the sides of his face before burrowing in his hair, Wyatt thought he would explode like a stack of lit dynamite.
    She was his Lily, soft and warm and giving like she had been before her abduction, but she was different, too. There was something more…solid and substantial about her. Maybe it was because of all she had seen and been through—the pain and uncertainty.
    He couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate the difference. He liked that her gentleness had been honed around the edges to reveal a subtle hardness. Despite the unfortunate experiences that must have wrought this, he liked the new sexual awareness he’d sensed in Lily since her return.
    When he touched her it was like being with a new woman, a different woman, but not.
    Was that what she felt when she touched Dakota? Did she want to have her cake and eat it, too, being with him and being with Wyatt—two different men whose only similarity lay in their connection to her? Was she even thinking of being with both of them together, at the same time?
    He closed his eyes against the notion but couldn’t escape the vision of Lily writhing between him and the other man as they brought her to climax.
    Wyatt groaned deep in his throat at the strikingly sinful picture and pressed his mouth against the side of her neck as if to wipe it from his thoughts. He licked and nibbled her slightly salty skin, reacquainting himself with the taste of her.
    He remembered her female musk, the sweet, tart flavor of her pussy. Most of all he recalled the shock and surprise on Lily’s face when he had planted his face between her legs and licked her moist folds before inserting his fingers inside her pussy.
    Wyatt wanted that again—now. He wanted to feel her pussy muscles clutch hard around his fingers, He wanted to feel her shudder as he prepared her for his cock.
    Someone knocked on the doorjamb