Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“Can you bend over?” she asks. “You’re too tall.”
A lopsided grin forms on his face. “I don’t bend for anyone, Freckles.”
Her nostrils flare. “Fine.” She steps on his toes, but he doesn’t even seem to mind as she stretches her legs and toes to reach him.
“Kiss me like you kiss him,” he whispers.
A brief pause follows. She glances at him, lips pursed as tightly as my pants. And when their mouths collide, I nearly melt into the mattress as deeply as she’s melting into him.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Their mouths collide in the most sinful kiss imaginable. His hand curls around her waist, and he pulls her in closer, smashing his lips onto hers as he moans, and it makes my bulge grow.
Fuck.
Why am I so affected?
I’ve seen her kiss him before, and I know what my kink is. I love seeing her with other people.
This isn’t any different … right?
My fingers dig into my thigh as she plants the sweetest kisses on his lips, just like she does to me, and fuck me, I don’t know if I’m grinding my teeth out of jealousy or out of arousal.
When her lips pull away, the pink hue that stains them is enough to make me gulp.
Good God.
She glances my way, the embarrassment flushing her cheeks red, and she swiftly steps off his toes. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to make a whole spectac—”
“Yes, you did,” Apollo interjects. “That was a good kiss. Don’t you agree, Grey?”
My eyes widen. “What? Why are you asking me?”
“Because I know how much you like to watch …” he muses, tilting his head as his eyes slowly lower to my package. “How much you enjoy seeing her with someone else.”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“It’s nothing.” I grab a cushion and throw it on top of my lap.
“He didn’t tell you?” Apollo says. “He likes to watch you fuck other people.”
She narrows her eyes and looks at me. “Wait, what? Is that true?”
“I …” I blush.
“Why else do you think he got so turned on when Levi and I fucked you in the forest?” He chuckles. “That’s his kink, Freckles. He’s a certified cuck.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks.
“Because it’s embarrassing.”
Apollo snorts. “He was there in the locker room with us, hiding in the shower while watching us.”
Oh God.
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“And he was enjoying himself thoroughly,” Apollo adds.
“Is that true?” she asks.
My face heats as I get up, feeling caught in the moment. “I couldn’t help it. I was already there. I didn’t know you two were going to do that, but I couldn’t stop watching either. It was mad. Crazy. Addictive.” I swallow away the lump in my throat.
“You knew all this time I gave myself to him … that’s why you weren’t mad,” she mutters. “You watched me get licked.”
“And throat fucked,” Apollo says, only adding more awkwardness.
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be weirded out,” I blurt out. “How could I explain to the love of my life that I enjoy seeing her get railed by someone else?”
Her face turns as red as a beet, but it looks so pretty on her.
I sigh. “I’m sorry.”
She takes it all in for a moment and then sighs. She visibly relaxes and approaches me with a smile. “I’m glad you told me. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I avert my eyes. “If you think I’m disgusting, I understand.”
“No, you’re not. I thought I was the disgusting one because it felt like cheating,” she mutters.
“No, it was fantastic. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I repeat.
She silences me with a shush. “We both kept secrets.”
When she leans in to peck me on the lips, my mouth hungers for more, and I cup her face and deepen the kiss. She’s so goddamn perfect. What did I ever do to deserve her?
She’s too sweet, too forgiving for a sinner like me.
I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t have her. I shouldn’t even be near her because I’m dangerously obsessed. Yet I can’t stop kissing her back, completely enraptured by how she accepted me. I can still taste him on her tongue, and for some reason, it makes me even harder.
Fuck.
“My turn,” Apollo says, interrupting us.
Aspen’s lips pull away. “But I already kissed you.”
He nudges her aside and grabs my arm, directing my attention to him instead. He towers over the bed, over me, and I suddenly feel very tiny compared to his bulky size.
“I didn’t say that was the only kiss I wanted. And our deal is only complete when I’m satisfied.”
His eyes narrow mischievously, and I gulp.
“Fuck no, I’m not kissing—”
He grabs my throat, fingers squeezing my veins, as he slams his lips onto mine.
Apollo fucking Torres is kissing me.
A dude is kissing me.
With tongue.
And I’m whimpering into his mouth.
What the fuck?
His kiss is demanding, greedy, completely overpowering, and I’m fucking quaking on my feet, ready to punch him into the next room.