Go Wild
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They spiraled together, soaring on steam currents of bliss. The music of moans and whimpers and the slap of sticky flesh kept them company. This was beyond orgasm. It was communion. It was freedom. It was bliss.
Katia didn’t know how they did it, but after some time the four men found the energy to lift her body off the bench. She had no more strength. Limp and trusting as a child, she let them stand her up in the middle of the sauna. Jake supported one arm, Eagle the other. With a drowsy smile, Lars dipped a washcloth in a bucket of water and swished it down the front of her body. The warm water dripped down her belly and into the folds of her sex. She sighed with pleasure.
Another cloth dipped between her ass cheeks. Marlowe must be behind her. Katia closed her eyes to savor the sensation of being cleansed and petted. The men washed her in a leisurely way, as if they had all night to sponge the cum and sweat from her body. Lars knelt down to part her folds. Gently he smoothed the washcloth over every heated inch of her sex. Her legs trembled and she would have fallen without the support of the two men on either side of her.
Behind her, Marlowe worked like the precise scientist he was. Never had she been so thoroughly washed. When he was done, he wrung out the washcloth in the bucket and swiped the cocks of each of the men. Katia watched in lazy satisfaction. She felt so affectionate toward these three friends of Lars. They would hold a tender place in her heart forever.
“Are you ready for the final touch?” asked Lars, standing so Marlowe, frowning in concentration, could clean his penis.
“What do you mean?” murmured Katia.
With a wink, Lars nodded to Jake, who picked something up with one long arm. The next thing Katia knew, a shower of icy cold water cascaded over her. She shrieked and covered her head with her hands. Her body reacted with a rush of blood to the skin. Adrenaline pumped through her. The men held her tight while Jake dumped another bucketful over her. She spluttered and yelped in outraged protest.
But when the last of the cold water ran down her legs, she felt more refreshed than she ever had in her life—at peace with the world and utterly content.
She swayed toward Lars, who caught her in his arms. “I’d better take her home,” she heard him say to the others as a fog of sleep pressed in.
In the outer room, Lars set Katia’s sleepy, rosy-cheeked form onto the only chair. He had to get them both dressed before she completely lost consciousness. He pulled on his wool pants and rummaged for her pile of clothes. Images from the sauna kept flashing through his mind. He’d never felt so close to her. Inside that sauna, he’d seen deep into her wild soul, and into his own as well.
He hadn’t felt jealous, hadn’t felt threatened or possessive or any of the other unpleasant things he’d worried about it. He loved Katia, loved sharing her wild pleasure. He’d liked watching her lose her mind under his friends’ relentless fucking. As long as he got to take her home and cuddle with her all night long. He’d never get tired of being with Katia. Especially when he thought about all the other things they could do together. “Together” being the key word. If her adventuring included him, he’d be okay.
But “together” might not be an option. What if she still refused to marry him? After this experience, it would be even harder to let her go.
“Lars,” she said, clearly fighting to keep her eyes open.
“Yes, love?” He knelt before her to help her on with her leggings. She put her hand on his shoulder.
“Did you like that?”
“To be honest, I was afraid I wouldn’t. But it turns out I like making you happy.”
“So you have an adventurous streak too. Even when it isn’t Wild Nights.” Her voice trailed off as sleep started to claim her. Her eyes drooped.
“I suppose I do.”
“But not all the time?”
He thought about that as he pulled her sweater over her head. She nestled against him with a long sigh. By the time her head surfaced from the purple wool, her eyes had closed. But since he’d finally figured out his answer, he said it anyway. “On special occasions, in the right circumstances. As long as we’re together.”
She didn’t answer. Had she heard him? Was his answer inadequate? He’d laid down his boundaries, and he felt comfortable with them. They would mean no running off with Jimmy Thorpe. No sexual escapades that didn’t involve him. What if that wasn’t enough for her?
He poked his head back in the sauna to say a quiet goodbye to his buddies. The last thing he saw was Jake, Marlowe and Eagle settling in for a snooze, relaxing like dead men across the benches. They’d see each other again next Wild Nights.
He lifted the sleeping Katia in his arms. With one hand, he grabbed her coat and draped it over her. He’d come back tomorrow for the rest of their stuff. He shifted her into a more secure position and mentally prepared himself for the long walk to their truck.
A whoosh of cold air blasted him as he kicked open the door. He paused on the threshold. Katia stirred in his arms. The wind must have woken her. ”Shhh,” he murmured. His sexy woman needed her sleep.
But instead she curled her arms around his neck and lifted her lips toward his ear.
“Lars Nordegren,” she whispered.
“Hmm?” He felt hypnotized by the indigo glow of her eyes, soft with adoration. He thought his heart would burst from love.
“Yes, Lars. I’ll marry you.”
About the Author
Juniper Bell is a multi-published author and avid fan of romance novels, the steamier the better. She lives with her sweetie in a cabin in Alaska with no running water and a spectacular view of glaciers. She wound up in the frozen north after leaving her career as a stressed-out Los Angeles TV writer. Luckily, her love for writing survived the move. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family, traveling, shoveling snow and dreaming about the day she moves to Hawaii.
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