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)
Instead, I settle for trapping her in the pantry for a few stolen seconds after most everyone’s done eating.
“Thanks for making the muffins.” After making sure no one’s looking, I nuzzle her neck and slip my hand under her shirt.
Giggling, she squirms in my arms. “I hope you liked the banana ones as much as the apple.”
“They’re both good, but not nearly as delicious as the one I ate last night.” I slide my hand between her legs as another reminder, and she hums deep in her throat.
After giving her a soft kiss, I reluctantly return to the studio. I have to suffer thinking about her all day, and now she can share in my pain. I’ll make it more than worth her while tonight, when we’re in bed.
We don’t usually see Roddy on a regular basis, but he just so happens to stop over again in the early evening, and he seems especially curious about whether Hazel’s making dinner again.
“It smelled good in the kitchen,” he tells us, before asking about our progress on the album.
It turns out Hazel is cooking again, and the risotto she serves us for dinner is incredible.
“I couldn’t serve you sandwiches again, so I looked for a recipe,” she says, much more humble than she should be after creating something so delicious.
After dinner, we have to get back in the studio, but we promise her we won’t work too late.
“Why don’t we take a break tomorrow and spend some time with Hazel?” I suggest to Conal and Rafe as we’re heading upstairs. It’s been a productive day, and we’re ahead of schedule.
“Great idea. We can work the morning and take the rest of the day off.”
I’m excited about the plan, but all thoughts of it fly out of my head as soon as I see what Hazel’s wearing in the bedroom.
HAZEL
I’m humming a Pythons’ song, arranging the clean comforter on the bed, and thinking about how I’m hoping tonight’s lessons go, when I hear the men approaching.
The comforter is the biggest item I’ve ever washed in my life. Thank goodness there was a commercial-sized washing machine in the laundry room down the hall, because there was no way I was going to let the housekeeper deal with the very particular kind of mess we made in here last night.
As I’m stretching across the massive bed, smoothing out some wrinkles, a hand palms my ass and doesn’t let go.
“Got you right where we want you, babe,” Conal says, giving my ass a shake.
“My god, that outfit.” Bron swipes a hand over his face, like he can’t believe his eyes.
“It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Rafe says.
Feeling extra naughty, especially after my encounter with Bron in the pantry earlier today, I chose a short red silk nightie to wear to bed tonight. For some reason, the red lingerie seems especially racy, and I wasn’t sure I’d feel daring enough to wear it.
The way they’re all looking at me makes me very glad I chose it.
“Been thinking about this ass all day,” Bron says, claiming my other cheek.
I’m also glad I chose not to wear the matching panties that came with this nightie, because right now, they’d be soaked.
I want them. Badly. But after becoming intimately acquainted with their instruments last night, I’m less confident about being able to handle them. Just one of them would be intimidating. I’m afraid all three of them might literally break me, though it’d be a hell of a way to go.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Conal drops to his knees behind me, where I’m still bent over the bed, and spreads me open from behind. My body jolts when his tongue makes contact with my pussy, and I shriek. I’ve been craving this since I woke up this morning in an empty bed.
He licks me a few times, then slowly presses a finger inside. It feels wicked and sexy, and it’s already a tight fit, so I can’t imagine how I’m ever going to be able to take one of their cocks.
But as he starts to fuck me with his finger—while he keeps licking—all my cares dissolve into bliss. I can’t always tell exactly what Conal’s doing back there, or even if he’s doing it alone, but I don’t care.
I become nothing but sensation and light, and then I combust.
They take turns getting me off, and when I finally catch my breath, though my body has become limp, I crawl onto the bed and turn to face them. “I thought you were supposed to be teaching me how to make you feel good.”
“It’s not a one-way street,” Bron says.
“I know. So why are you always the ones giving me orgasms?”
“Are you complaining?” Rafe’s teasing smirk stops me in my tracks.
“No, I’m definitely not complaining. But I’m starting to feel spoiled.”
“Good,” Conal says. “Besides, you’ve been taking care of us with all the food you’ve been making. Making you come is the least we can do.”