Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I nod, frantic for it.
They envelop me. Possess me. Complete me.
Zero puts his hand on my throat, leans in and kisses me deep.
When I come, it’s not a sparkle of light, it's an earthquake, and my pussy is ground zero. As I twist and groan under him, Piston keeps my orgasm rolling with long, forceful thrusts, while Beast and Zero take turns touching me and kissing me senseless.
Piston groans and thrusts deep one last time, I can feel him pulse inside despite the thin layer of latex between us. Each spurt a heartbeat as I ripple around him.
Beast is the next to lose the battle. "Fuuuuuck," he groans and then his hot cum paints my breasts.
I reach for Zero's cock and pull him closer. "In my mouth." He straddles me, pushing back in between my lips, where I keep just the head, teasing it with my tongue while I stroke the rest of him as fast as I can.
With a hiss, he loses control, and I taste him spilling into my mouth, thick pulse after thick pulse that I swallow hungrily. I keep sucking on him until he pulls away with a groan. "Jesus, you drive me crazy."
I look down, swirling a finger through Beast's cum, and smile. "I think I need another shower. And maybe a new hoodie."
The boys might not have solved every single problem I have, but if there's one thing they're good at, it's distractions.
22
SANDRA
When I wake up, I'm utterly confused. Where am I?
Oh right. Beast's bed. I glance to my right, finding his massive body, naked and asleep. His face looks peaceful, his breathing slow and steady. It's weird to describe someone his size as cute, but I think maybe everyone can be when they're sleeping.
I push myself up, leaning on my elbows and taking in the scene. Piston and Beast on either side of me, and Zero stretched over the couch, his arm and feet hanging off. All three of them are naked, and I don't mind that one bit. It’s a sexy smorgasbord of ripped abs, tight asses and broad shoulders, but it’s also a side of them that feels more real and vulnerable.
Piston is snoring softly, but Zero is looking right at me, with a cocky smile. "Morning," he says quietly.
That's when I remember that I'm also completely naked. Instinctively, I cross my arms over my chest, but they’ve all seen it a few times now and I wasn't shy about showing them last night. So if he likes to look, I suppose I'll let him. I certainly like looking at him.
I glance at the others, but they keep sleeping. "Morning," I whisper back, then try to scoot my way off the bed between Piston and Beast without waking them.
I sneak a T-shirt out of Beast’s dresser and slip into the bathroom. Things got messy last night, and by the time we were all done, I didn't have any energy to wash all over again, so I take a quick shower. The hot water feels luxurious after what turned into a very long night with very little sleep.
Natalie is going to freak.
I need to send her a message before she shows up with all her men in tow. Or should I call? Maybe I should figure out what I'm doing first. Besides the three men outside the bathroom door.
This time it’s Zero who has coffee going by the time I’m out of the shower. I could get used to this. He has his jeans back on, but is standing in Beast’s little kitchenette barefoot and shirtless. When I get close enough, he puts a hand around my waist and pulls me to his side, pressing a kiss to my messy hair.
“How’re you feeling?” he asks softly.
“I’m okay.”
“If you aren’t, that’s alright, too. You know that, right? I was pissed when we got there, but you were tough as balls yesterday. I want you to know that.”
“I didn’t feel it,” I admit. “I guess you guys were right. I should’ve let you babysit me.”
Zero leans back against the counter, coffee in hand and looking so effortlessly amazing it hurts. “The truth is, we were both right. Our instinct is always going to be to wrap you up and keep you safe. Yesterday it would’ve helped, but sometimes shit happens and realistically we can’t be there for the rest of your fucking life. You were at work, you did work related shit, and even if you were bitchy about it, you updated us on what you were doing.”
“I wasn’t bitchy,” I mumble.
“Murder house?”
“Okay a little.”
“When I was seventeen, I made the biggest fucking mistake of my life. It wasn’t drugs or shitty women. It was thinking I was always the smartest fucker in the room. Nobody could pull one over on me, you know?”
“Seventeen is kinda like that.” I pour myself a cup of coffee.