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)
“Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” I whisper.
He shakes his head, arches his hips toward me, then grabs my bottom lip with his teeth. “Make yourself come,” he whispers back.
Straddling him in this position, I can almost imagine what it would be like for him to fuck me. He’s so long and so thick, but the hotter I get for him, the easier it is to believe that it’s going to feel good when he’s inside me, because right now, he feels amazing.
I’m shocked at how quickly I reach the verge of coming, even with him barely touching me. I rub my body against his faster, faster, and then the release pulses through me, wave after blissful wave.
Conal holds me tight, letting me rest on top of him, and I end up falling asleep in his arms, with his brothers on either side of us.
HAZEL
I start the next day with a smile, because the men are still in bed when I wake up. It’s possible that I might be a little noisy and move around a little too much, and I don’t regret it at all when they wake up shortly after me.
They each give me an orgasm before they even say good morning, and I happily return the favors.
“Any requests for lunch?” I ask after they’re showered and dressed.
“That’s our question for you,” Bron says. “We’re going to work for a couple of hours, and then we’re taking you out.”
“Out for lunch?”
“Among other things.” Conal’s tone is loaded with mystery.
I spend the morning checking in with my mom, sister, and Bliss, reassuring the first two that everything is fine, and trying to avoid giving the third too much detail about my burgeoning sex life, no matter how much she asks.
Between the calls and texts, I try to distract myself from how much I crave the men. They’re becoming an addiction, and it seems to be getting worse every day.
Lucky for me, they’re back upstairs before lunchtime, and I’m dressed and waiting for them.
“Does this look okay?” I gesture to the skirt and blouse I chose for our mystery outing.
Conal gives me a quick kiss. “You look perfect, as always.”
“Thank you. I’m ready when you are. I just need to grab my purse.”
“First, here’s your new phone.” He hands me a box with a brand-new, top-of-the-line model in it. “And this is yours, too.”
I stare at the credit card he’s holding out to me. “Um … thank you,” I say tentatively, taking it.
“You can use that to buy anything you want,” Conal says. “And the driver can take you wherever you need to go, if you want to go shopping.”
“Oh … okay.” It’s not something I see myself doing. They’ve already bought me so many nice clothes, though I suppose I do need to look the part of a rock star’s wife when we go out.
“One more thing,” Conal says. “Do you have a passport?”
I stop in my tracks. “Where are we having lunch?”
He laughs and kisses me again. “Someplace nearby today, but you never know.”
“I don’t have a passport,” I tell him.
“We’ll have to get one for you, then. I’ll have our assistant start the process.”
Out front, the limo is waiting for us, along with a small part of the security team. On the way to our destination, the guys suggest different types of food, and together we decide on Thai, since it’s been a while since any of us had it.
We pull into the drive for one of the giant resorts on The Strip, but rather than stopping at the main entrance, the driver pulls up next to an unmarked door. From there, security leads us to a shopping area and straight to the restaurant, where there’s already a table waiting in a corner, behind a screen.
“How did they arrange this so quickly?”
“Our guys are good,” Bron says.
After a delicious lunch where we all share salads, noodle and curry dishes, I expect that we’ll be discreetly led out the way we came, but instead, we head further into the shopping area. The men’s pace seems to indicate that they have a destination in mind, and that turns out to be a very high-end jewelry store.
“It’s time we make things right with your ring situation,” Conal says, taking my hand and leading me straight over to a counter.
“My ring situation?”
He lifts my left hand to look at the diamond and ruby band that I spend a lot of time looking at myself. “We were in a hurry the night we got married,” he says. “I wanted to spend more time getting the engagement ring right, even though we’re doing things out of order.”
“I don’t need another ring. This one is beautiful.”
He kisses my temple. “You do need it, Hazel. I want the world to know you’re mine—ours.” He says the last part in a whisper close to my ear, making my skin flush.