Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“What a way to wake up,” Conal says when she opens her eyes. He brushes his thumb over her lower lip, then kisses her. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Now she looks embarrassed as well as shy. A couple more mornings like this will help her get over both of those things.
“Are you ready for another?” Conal asks her.
She frowns at him. “Another what?”
“Another orgasm.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can do that. Not twice right in a row.”
“Sure you can.” With a wild grin, he dives under the covers as I watch Hazel’s pretty green eyes open wider than I’ve seen them.
Her pajama pants go flying, followed by her underwear, and Conal’s head settles in between her legs as Hazel’s face cycles through so many emotions it’s hard to keep up. She’s shocked and astonished, and quickly overwhelmed.
I move behind her, so I can hold her in my arms and support her upper body as she starts to lose control. From this position, I have easy access to her breasts as Conal sends her over the top not once, but twice.
Even though he’s a heavy sleeper, Bron’s wide awake now, and I remind him with a look that we need to take things slow. There’s nothing I’d like better right now than to sink balls deep into this woman, but it can’t happen yet.
When Conal emerges triumphant, Bron nudges him over, eager to take his place.
“She’s probably worn out,” Conal says.
“I’ll be very gentle.” Bron says this like it’s an oath.
Hazel’s shaking her head and giggling, still breathing like she can’t quite catch her breath. “This can’t be happening,” she says finally. “There’s no way I could—”
But whatever Bron’s doing under the blanket cuts her off mid-sentence.
She’s even louder this time, a series of oh, oh, oh! escaping her until her entire body stiffens and she cries out, “Oh my god!”
Face flushed, skin glowing, she’s caught in her climax for an enviable amount of time. When she’s finally spent, she slumps against me, her pulse pounding as she catches her breath.
“I can’t believe you made that happen,” she says eventually, looking around at all of us. “I’ve only ever given myself one orgasm at a time, and they never felt like that!”
Conal leans in to kiss her. “That was so fucking hot, babe.”
“Incredibly hot,” I echo before I kiss her next.
Bron pulls her into a hug, looking so proud of himself, you’d think he alone was the one who made her come so many times.
HAZEL
After we shower, get dressed, and eat a quick room service breakfast, it’s time to pack up and head to the rental house Conal told me about.
In the limo on the way there, he and Bron are on their phones, which reminds me that I should check mine. Yesterday, in addition to all the reporters calling, I had several messages from friends, and from a few people I could barely remember, all of them saying they heard about my marriage and wanted to know if it was true.
There were too many to even try to respond to, and now there are several more. The majority are texts, but there are a few voice messages too, and one of them is from Ember. “Hazel, there are reporters and paparazzi camped outside Mom’s house. She doesn’t really want to talk to them, but they’re making it hard for her to leave the house.”
“Oh, crap,” I say, and Conal looks up from his phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“There are reporters at my mom’s house. Apparently, a lot of them, because she’s having trouble getting by them. Can you do something about that?”
“Yup. Call you back,” Conal says into his phone, and then he clicks off and makes another call. “Jack, get a team down to—what’s your mom’s address?” I tell him, and he relays it to Jack. “They’ve got media people at the house. Keep them at a distance, and especially make sure they don’t bother the daughter. Right. Thanks, Jack.”
“Thank you,” I say when he hangs up. “And thanks for remembering my sister.”
“No problem. Just let us know if anything else like that happens, and we’ll take care of it.”
I go back to my phone, and another voicemail that came in just half an hour ago catches my attention.
“I’m calling to offer you the accounting position we discussed, if you’re still available,” the man from the CPA firm says. “Please give me a call to discuss details.”
I grimace, and Rafe puts a hand on my leg. “What’s wrong? Is your mom upset?”
“It’s not that. I just got a job offer. I nearly forgot about it, because I interviewed right around the time I was taking finals.”
Rafe’s brow furrows. “Is it here in Vegas?” Conal and Bron are looking at me now, too.
“No, it’s back in my hometown.” I give them a smile. “I’ll tell them my plans have changed.”