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)
Last night was amazing. Hazel was so open, so into it, and so sweet and responsive at the same time. My brothers and I have been with plenty of women over the years, separately and together, and no one has ever gotten me off the way she did.
I was surprised when Conal proposed to her. It was clear they were falling for each other that night, but Conal never spoke about wanting a wife. I’m glad he married her, though, and I’m glad she decided to stick around.
Hazel stirs, and I run a hand down her silky hair, smoothing it. She raises her head and gives me a sleepy smile, and damn, I really want to sink back inside her and fuck her brains out.
But she’s barely left her virginity behind. I’m not sure how much adjustment time that needs, but it’s probably more than a day. So, I ignore my cock and smile at her. “Good morning.”
She blushes, which is adorable and does nothing to help my hard-on situation. “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Really well. I was, um, very relaxed.” She smiles and her blush deepens. Fuck, she’s killing me.
“You want first shot at the shower?” When she hesitates, I give her my best wicked grin. “Or we can share.”
She nods, and I tug her close before a quick kiss, which I manfully do not turn into a makeout session. I’m being so good.
I sit up, wrapping my arms under her ass at the same time so she doesn’t impale herself on the wooden club I’m sporting—which I would love, but might be an unwelcome surprise for her—and carry her into the bathroom.
Once the shower’s on and I set her down, she gets an eyeful. Instead of averting her gaze, she reaches out to touch. “Can I?”
“Any and every time you want, Hazel. Even if we’re out in public and thousands of people are watching.” As she giggles, I grab the shower gel and squeeze a drop onto my cock, just enough to work up some lather. She takes hold of me, a seasoned pro by now, and starts to work me just the way I taught her I like it.
“Speaking of being out in public,” she says, “it’s strange acting like I’m only involved with Conal. Sometimes I have the urge to touch you and Rafe, and I have to hold myself back. Does it bother you at all?”
I have to answer quickly, because I’m heading toward not being able to form complete sentences. “It does, but on the other hand, it makes the situation hotter, like we have some forbidden thing going on.” I let out a breath and try to ignore the way she’s stroking me. “Would you like it if we were out in the open about everything?”
“I don’t want to do anything that would hurt your career.”
I nod, and give up the fight. If we need to, we can continue this conversation later. Instead, I squirt more shower gel into my hand and strum my thumb over her nipples while she continues to choke my cock.
Rather than trying to resist the inevitable, I lean in and let the hotness of the situation take over, and Hazel keeps a tight grip on my cock as it spurts like a geyser, all over her and the tile wall.
As soon as my cock’s no longer a pressing issue—though I’ll surely be ready for more before long—I sink to my knees, put one of Hazel’s legs over my shoulder, and take care of her. She’s loud when she comes, and I hope my brothers can hear her.
Later, when we go down for breakfast, heads turn, and I’m fucking proud, as if I’d been the one who married her. I’ve never been more glad that we have a history of sharing women, because if Conal wanted to keep Hazel all to himself, we might have had a problem.
Hazel and her camera spend the morning with us in the studio. At lunch, she asks if there’s a laptop she can use for downloading and retouching her images.
“We’ll get you one,” Conal says immediately. “What hardware and software do you need?”
“Good question. It’s been a while since I’ve done any of that.” She starts researching on her phone, and it makes me happy to see her so enthusiastic about her photography. Everyone should have something they’re passionate about. I’ve always had my drums, and now I have Hazel, too.
Before we’re done eating, Hazel shows Conal her search results, and he tells her he’ll have our assistant take care of it.
We all go back into the studio, but after a couple of hours, Jack comes in between songs to tell us there’s a delivery for Hazel. The new computer’s here already and waiting for her in the ground floor office. She excuses herself, and I miss having her around the rest of the afternoon, but the upside is that I can better focus on our music.