Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
If only she could be that confident.
Slade’s eyes were half-lidded, but she could see the lust. He was the only one who wasn’t naked.
Her gaze moved over to Spencer. He was built slimmer than Rock, but he was no less delicious.
Long and lean.
Built for running or swimming.
He had the smoothest skin. She wanted to run her tongue all over him. To taste every inch.
Her breathing grew faster, her heart racing. They were all so gorgeous.
“Fuck. That’s fucking beautiful. I need to taste,” Spencer said.
Slade nodded. “Spencer is going to eat your pussy.”
What?
No one had ever . . . oh heck.
“Are you sure?” she whispered.
All three men paused.
“Of course I’m sure,” Spencer said, looking slightly confused. “Why would you think I wouldn’t want to . . . wait . . . did that douchebag ex of yours, Billy the Willy Wanker, not eat you out?”
“Stupid fucker,” Rock said.
“Wait . . . wait . . . Billy the Willy Wanker?” she asked. “He didn’t . . . I mean . . . that’s an odd nickname.”
“I thought it had a nice ring to it,” Spencer said. “Did he seriously not eat your pussy?”
“Um, no. He thought that was, um, gross.”
“Bet he liked you sucking his dick, though, right?” Spencer said with disgust.
“This is a very weird conversation to have while I’m naked and tied to a bed,” she said. “But yes.”
Spencer snorted as if he’d never heard of something so ridiculous.
“His loss,” Slade said smoothly. “Because we all intend to taste you. As often and for as long as we want. Now, Spencer will go first. He enjoys a bit of pleasure torture.”
Pleasure torture?
“What does that mean?” she said in a high-pitched voice.
“It means that you’re not to come unless I tell you to,” Slade replied with a shit-eating grin. “And I won’t be saying yes immediately.”
Oh God.
This was her punishment? It was diabolical.
And she’d definitely rather have a spanking.
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Slade watched as Spencer started kissing his way up her leg. Spencer knew all the ways to tease. To increase someone’s pleasure without pushing them over the edge.
He was a master at pleasure.
Spencer found a spot on the inside of her knee that made Indie shudder.
Perfect.
Slade nodded at Rock who kneeled next to her. Grasping hold of the headboard, the large man leaned in to kiss her gently.
Slade stood and watched. His main job was to direct and to keep watch over their girl.
None of them wanted any harm to come to her.
And they certainly didn’t want to be the ones to cause her pain.
Spencer moved higher up her leg, getting closer to her wet pussy. Slade stepped to the side of the bed so he could see her face as Rock kissed her like she was the very breath he needed.
Cheesy, but true.
Then Rock slid his mouth down her neck and chest. Indie’s eyed were wide, her lips swollen and wet. Rock took her nipple into his mouth.
“Go easy,” Slade warned him. “They could be sensitive.”
Rock scowled at him. A clear message that he got it. That he knew she would be sensitive. If anyone was clued in about all of the changes to her body, it was Rock. He’d started studying up pregnancy and newborn babies as soon as they’d gotten her home.
That’s all he’d really done those first few weeks when he’d been avoiding her.
“Ohh,” she gasped.
Slade glanced down to find that Spencer had his mouth on her pussy.
“How does that feel, Boo?” he asked in a low voice.
“Like I really shouldn’t like it,” she said. “Like it’s forbidden. Sin.”
Sin?
He raised his eyebrows.
“When I first met you I thought you looked like sin, sounded like it. I was young, but you were so damn sexy and gorgeous. Then you were like a brother to me.”
He grimaced.
“Well, sort of. I never stopped thinking of you as sin. As Rock as your sentry, your guard. Quaid, he was . . . he was dark and mysterious.”
“And me?” Spencer asked, raising his mouth off her pussy. His lips were wet with her arousal.
Fuck.
Slade wanted to taste her.
“Sunshine,” she said with a moan.
“Sunshine? Really? Slade gets Sin and I get Sunshine?” Spencer pouted.
She stared at him seriously. “You can’t live without sunshine.”
Spencer’s mouth dropped open, then he grinned. “Damn straight you can’t.”
Slade reached down and ran two fingers through her slick lips, then down and into her passage. She clenched down around his fingers.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he drew them out.
He placed them in his mouth and sucked.
Delicious.
“Tasting you.”
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Did he really just do that?
Her entire body shuddered with arousal as she watched Slade suck on his fingers like the taste of her was a total treat.
Did he really like that?
It seemed Spencer enjoyed eating her out. The noises coming from his mouth were positively hungry. He moved with enthusiasm, but also knowledge.