Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
He grips my ass firmly, pulling me away from the door. Carrying me to the couch, he sets me down and presses himself on top of me.
“Get me out of these boots,” I moan as I throw one leg around his hip.
Someone takes pity on me; while I’m kissing Kellan, a pair of hands yanks off one boot. Another set of hands—or maybe the same—tugs off the other, and suddenly my legs are free to move.
I open my eyes as Kellan trails wet kisses down my neck, his hands kneading my breasts through my jacket. Oscar and Alex hover nearby, gloriously naked and obscenely hung, starving for me.
“Oh, wow,” I breathe, my heart racing.
I hook both legs around Kellan’s waist, pulling him closer. A desperate need drums through my heart, erasing every thought. My fears evaporate. It doesn’t matter what happens a year or two from now. Only this hotel suite matters. This couch. And the three magnificent men I’ve been dreaming about for a decade.
Kellan seals the kiss and pulls back. I’m dizzy from heat and arousal, finding a bit of respite as a cool breeze from the balcony sweeps around me.
Oscar kneels by my side, taking my hand in his. He kisses me gently, while Kellan is still between my legs.
“Let’s get you out of that jacket,” he says.
“Please.” I sink back as he finds the zipper. I allow him to undress me, my eyelids half-closed, my breath ragged while my pulse races into the great unknown.
Oscar takes my hand and gently threads it through the jacket sleeve. Against my core, I feel Kellan’s cock pulse with need. I gaze up to see him reaching for his own jacket. He shucks it off without bothering with the zipper and flings it aside.
I stretch gratefully. The fewer clothes I’m wearing, the better. None would be ideal.
Kellan dips to give me one more kiss—fast and hungry—before pulling away.
He disentangles himself from my thighs, while I struggle to sit up. My head is swimming, and we’ve only just begun. Alex takes his brother’s place beside me, handing me a fluted glass of champagne.
Alex lifts the glass. “Let’s toast to this first.”
I welcome the bubbly sweetness rolling down my throat, fully aware of their heated attention, their fast-beating hearts, and their bodies aching for mine.
Climbing into Alex’s lap, I kiss him deeply. “Very good vintage, if I may say so,” I murmur, flashing a wicked smile.
“Only the best for Kay,” he whispers, his gaze softening.
I take another sip and set the glass down on the coffee table.
Gazing down at Alex again, I give him a wicked grin. “So how does this work, exactly?”
“It works any way you want it to, baby,” he replies.
I press my lips together, liking the sound of that. I’m the one in command here, and they’re all going to take my lead. Lowering my lips to his, I run my fingers through his hair. The rich texture tickles my skin, and it’s a sensation I would love to become addicted to.
I grind against his lap and feel him thicken beneath me, liquid heat pooling between my thighs. This is going to be so much fun, I don’t even know where to begin.
Alex kisses me slow and sure, sliding his hands beneath my shirt to circle my waist. I shiver with delight, the rough calluses on his fingertips scraping deliciously against my skin.
“I have a confession,” he says, looking up at me.
“Oh?” The single syllable is all I can manage with him this close.
“More than once, I’ve thought about seeing you again over the years… Wondering what kind of woman you’ve become.”
“Really?” I’m glad to know I’m not the only one whose thoughts wandered so far. “And how did you imagine me?”
“Oddly enough, you turned out almost exactly the way I pictured.”
He works his way up to my bra clasp. As our tongues tangle, he flicks open the clasp, and the restrictive fabric slips away. My breasts bounce free, nipples diamond-hard and aching for his mouth.
“That feels good,” I whisper.
“Then I’ll make it even better,” he promises, peeling my shirt away until I’m bare from the waist up. Pressing my chest to Alex’s, I allow myself to slow down a bit. There’s no time limit on our encounter; we have all night to explore.
Oscar settles beside us, patience warring with hunger in his eyes.
I break the kiss with Alex and reach over to kiss his brother. Perched on Alex’s lap, I lean across him to kiss Oscar, who combs his fingers from the nape of my neck up into my hair. What we’re doing promises more shades of pleasure than I can count.
Alex traces two fingers down my spine. I’m floating in a sea of sensations, nothing holding me back.
I straighten, smiling down at Alex, my palm splayed over his rippling chest. “It’s strange and wonderful all at once. Do you ever get used to it?”