Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
When he finally lets me up for air, I look at him, right into his pretty eyes. “How about you? Are you okay?”
Blackout nods. “You were feeling it out there. Old ghosts? We're here for you, man.”
Dragon puts his hand on Skyhigh's shoulder. “You can always count on your brothers. Just so you know that.”
For once, Skyhigh's smile is just a smile. No mischief, just contentment. “I'm good. I am now, at least. Fuck, the whole bomb shit brought back some things I'd rather have forgotten, but yeah. I'll be okay. I managed to save everyone this time.”
“Except for Tanner,” Blackout says, strangely gleefully.
“Fuck Tanner,” Dragon and Skyhigh growl at the same time.
“Yeah, Fuck Tanner!” When all three of them look at me like I just grew a third head, I can't help but laugh. “What? After all that, I think I definitely deserve to say it.”
“Baby girl, if you ever say anything about fucking anyone ever again, I want it to be about us.” Blackout gets a good grip on my hair and twists my head to make sure I'm looking right at him. “Just so that's fucking clear. Now, I seem to remember you got a pretty big ass shower. I can deal with fucking you with a little dust and blood, but I’d kinda like to wash off all the Tanner.”
“Sounds good to me! Wait, what?”
40
WILLOW
Despite there being four of us, somehow we make it work in the shower by the guys taking turns with me in there. It’s pretty clear they’re comfortable with each other naked, but apparently there are lines. I'm not going to complain. It gives me hard bodies to press against, big dicks to wrap my fingers around and big hands that are everywhere, whether they're insisting on washing me, or just copping a feel.
By the time I come out of the shower to find three bikers dressed in nothing but scars and tattoos, holding up a towel to dry me off and ready to drag me off to my bedroom, I might be clean, but I'm feeling decidedly dirty.
I don't get to keep the towel for long.
“Alright, I'm just gonna ask you before shit gets real,” Dragon says, turning me his way, where he's kneeling on the bed, his huge dick proudly erect and pointing right at me. “We just went through some crazy shit. If you don't want this right now… well, I was gonna say something clever, but that's it. We process shit differently, and this is too much, we get it.”
I'm just trying to picture platonic cuddling with the three of them butt naked. That would last all of ten seconds and I’m not sure who would break first.
“Please. I think I could actually use a little fun physical contact right now. I want to feel connected to you.” I cup my breasts like I'm offering them to him. “Just make sure it takes enough time for the hot water to fill up.”
I've barely got the words out when Skyhigh presses up against my back, his thick hardness against my spine and his hands sliding in underneath mine so that he can be the one to hold my breasts instead. “Sounds like a fucking deal.” His deep, sexy voice holds a promise that makes my knees weak. “But I’ve gotta ask. I know you’re on the pill, but are you cool with not using condoms, or…?”
I hesitate just for a second. I’ve already trusted Dragon, but… “Only us?”
“We’re yours, and you’re ours, baby,” Skyhigh says solemnly. “Fucking swear it.”
Blackout nods. “Always.”
“Then yes, I want to feel you exactly like you are.”
They waste no time. Dragon and Blackout close in on me from either side, so I can easily reach both of their cocks at the same time. When I bend forwards a little, I can swirl my tongue around Dragon's nipple. They pulse in my hands, thick, already getting slick from the precum that I spread around with my fingers.
Dragon pulls me up into a rough kiss, his tongue teasing my mouth open before he explores me, taking charge while I try to remember to stroke both him and Blackout. He lets up, but only long enough for Blackout to tug me his way instead. I barely get time to draw a fresh breath before I'm lip-locked again, being kissed absolutely silly.
There's something frantic about our need for each other. Today was a stark reminder of how fragile life is, and we're eager to celebrate that we're still alive. That we're here, touchable, strokable, lovable. That we can drive each other wild, until we collapse in a sweaty, sticky mess. At least that's my goal right now.
“Fuck, I love these,” Skyhigh breathes into my ear while he hefts my breasts and slides his rough thumbs over my almost painfully erect nipples. While Blackout devours me, Skyhigh nibbles my ear and kisses down my neck, the brief touches of his lips giving me sexy chills.