Chapter 7: The Wicklow Whisper
The car curved through pine-lined roads, mist rolling low over
the forest floor. The Wicklow Mountains rose like ancient green giants around
them, quiet and wild. Sarah looked out the window, her hand resting gently on
Salty’s thigh, still buzzing from the indulgence of the castle feast the day
before.
Michelle, in the back seat, was reclined with sunglasses on
and an oat latte in hand. “Why does this feel like the beginning of a fairy
tale… or an erotic thriller?”
Salty chuckled. “Why not both?”
Ahead, the forest lodge came into view — a timber-frame
beauty nestled between trees, glowing with warm golden light from within. Smoke
curled up from a stone chimney. The scent of pine, woodsmoke, and something
sweet in the air made Sarah sigh.
“I could live here forever,” she whispered.
They stepped inside to find rustic charm with five-star
flair — plush rugs, stone fireplaces, deep leather couches, and beds big enough
for sin. But the real surprise was waiting by the fire.
“Sarah?”
Two women stood up as they entered, one tall and
fierce-looking with long auburn hair and a biker jacket, the other petite but
curvy, with jet-black curls and bright emerald eyes.
“Ciara!” Sarah squealed and ran forward.
They embraced, busts colliding in a bounce of affection and
laughter. “You look unreal,” Ciara said, pulling back to admire her.
Michelle raised a brow and muttered to Salty, “Another
bombshell?”
“And who’s this?” Sarah said, turning to the raven-haired
beauty.
“Ellen,” she said with a soft smile. “Ciara’s plus one… or
partner-in-chaos, depending on who’s asking.”
Introductions were quick but steamy. Michelle and Ciara hit
it off immediately — both sarcastic, spicy, and not afraid to speak their
minds. Ellen was quieter, but there was something magnetic about her. She moved
like water: soft, calm, but with hidden strength beneath the surface.
They all gathered around the fireplace, sipping hot whiskey,
wrapped in fur throws. Sarah sat between Salty’s legs on the rug while
Michelle, Ciara, and Ellen curled up on the couches, legs tangled, laughter
echoing against the timber beams.
“So,” Ciara purred, “I hear you two have been
treasure-hunting, hot-tubbing, and overindulging in every possible way?”
Sarah grinned wickedly. “Let’s just say we’ve been busy.”
Ellen bit her lip, her gaze lingering on Sarah’s curves.
“And here I thought the forest would be quiet.”
The first sign that things were going to get steamy again
came with a game.
Truth or dare. Classic. Dangerous.
Michelle dared Ciara to kiss Ellen — and that was no
innocent peck. The room fell silent watching the slow, lingering heat of that
moment.
Salty leaned down to Sarah’s ear. “Are you okay with this?”
She whispered back, “More than okay.”
Before long, clothes were coming off like autumn leaves.
Tops slipped over heads. Skin glowed in firelight. Laughter mixed with moans.
The night became a fever dream of movement, lips, tangled limbs and whispered
names.
Ellen was surprisingly bold. Ciara was rougher than
expected. Michelle had a teasing streak that made everyone beg. And Sarah? She
was the queen at the center of it all — guiding, touching, kissing, gasping.
Salty held his own — barely.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he groaned at one
point, pinned between curves, mouths, and chaos.
Eventually, they collapsed into a heap of tangled bodies and
warm blankets, the fireplace still glowing. The windows fogged with heat. No
one cared about the time or the outside world.
“I haven’t had that much fun since… well, never,” Ciara
murmured, lying on her back with a blanket over her bare chest.
Ellen curled into her, sighing, “That was… wow.”
Michelle, rubbing her belly, laughed. “We’re going to need
protein shakes tomorrow.”
Sarah kissed Salty’s jaw and whispered, “So... where next?”
Outside, the wind whispered through the pines, carrying
secrets and smoke into the night. Inside, the fire crackled, and six hearts
beat in sync — full of lust, laughter, and something that looked dangerously
close to love.
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#ForestLodgeFantasies #SixInTheSheets #FireplaceFever #CurvyCrew
#SaltySurrounded #WicklowWildness #GreenMountainsAndGoldenNights
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