Free All That Remains (Metamorphosis Book 1) by Lauren Dane Page A

it though. The soft exhalations, the wet slide of tongue against tongue. She felt the scratch of Hatch's scruff against her shoulder.
    She whimpered, not meaning to, but it escaped anyway.
    "Feeling left out, pretty?"
    "No," she gasped out when Charlie nipped her chin. "It's hot. I just wanted to see better."
    Hatch laughed and slid a hand between her and Charlie, finding her clit.
    "Too much! I can't."
    "Let it go. It's not too much. Let it be enough. Give us another." He lightened the pressure but kept touching her.
    Charlie changed his angle and his pace, digging hard and deep, pressing the heel of Hatch's hand against her mound, skin to skin instead of his fingertip. It drew out an orgasm, nearly ripped from her. Hard. Powerful. Overwhelming and sharp.
    "Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm gone." Charlie groaned and came, his mouth coming down on hers, the kiss a desperate sort of crush as they both soared on pleasure.
    "Wait." Hatch grasped her upper arms and held her against him as he ground himself against her ass.
    "Higher, baby." Charlie adjusted Summer and Hatch thrust this cock between her thighs.
    "Mmmm. So wet. Yes, god, that." He didn't put himself inside her, but fucked into that space between her thighs, his cock brushing against her cunt.
    It was wet and sticky and messy and hotter than anything she'd ever experienced as Hatch took his pleasure the way he wanted it, fucking that space, his grunts in her ear as Charlie kissed her, pressing her into Hatch, his body holding her.
    "Gonna come all over you. Mark you, Summer," Hatch growled in her ear, the fingers holding her upper arms digging in so hard she knew she'd bruise. It hurt enough to make her whimper, but it was a good hurt. She knew those marks the next day would make her wet just looking at them.
    When he came on a snarl, he held her for long minutes after.
    "A swim might be good for our muscles." Charlie kissed her and rolled from the bed.
    She started to follow, but Hatch stood, picking her up and carrying her. He kept her in his arms as they walked through the small path to the lake. Never letting go until she was deep enough to float.

Six
    " R un away with me ."
    Summer looked up to see Charlie headed toward where she knelt in her garden, harvesting zucchini. He had a bright red bandana on his head, his hat tucked into a side pocket.
    "Where should we go? The circus?"
    He laughed, kneeling with her. "Can I help?"
    "Seems to me you're probably sick of picking produce." She knew their shift went from six in the morning until two. They then brought it all back to the processing houses where another crew would clean and package for market either in Paradise or to be sent to a transit point south of Portland.
    "Don't tell anyone, but this is my way of charming a pretty girl I like."
    She smiled and pushed her sunglasses up her nose. He tilted her hat forward. "Keep the sun off your face, you're a little pink."
    "The curse of having red hair."
    He helped her pull the rest of the ripe zucchini and indicated a few at the flower stage. "How about I stuff these flowers with something yummy? Hatch had to run a load to the processing house down the mountain but he'll be back in an hour or so. We can all have dinner?"
    "All right. I need a shower. I'm sweaty and dirty."
    He stood, giving her a hand up and taking the basket she'd put all the things she'd picked in. He took her hand and she liked it.
    "I need a shower too. Fancy that."
    "You're very subtle."
    He leaned closer. "I've been thinking about how you taste on my tongue all day."
    She laughed. "You just tasted me."
    "Three days ago. You can't expect me and Hatch to go so long without you."
    "You have each other."
    He opened her door for her and she invited him inside the cool, dark living area.
    "So nice in here. And yes, we have each other but we’ve made it no secret that we want you too."
    He put the basket in the kitchen.
    "I need to grab some towels and my toiletries."
    He followed her into the bedroom. "I love