Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Lash starts walking backwards, pulling me with him, and Stiff follows closely, all of us making our way towards my bedroom. He chuckles into my mouth when I try to nudge him to walk faster. “Eager, eager,” he teases between kisses. He doesn’t know the half of it.
From the first night dancing with Jackal at the Burnout, I’ve been working up to this. Small moments that’ve woken me up to what I’ve been missing. And the whole time, they’ve been helping me, taking care of Logan and keeping me safe, no questions asked. It’s not gratitude that’s moving my feet, but it doesn’t hurt.
The state of my bedroom hardly registers, all I know is the bed is still there and in one piece. Just as we reach the edge of the mattress, my bra goes slack, the catch deftly released. I moan into Lash’s mouth as Stiff cups me again, this time, bare skin on bare skin. His clever fingers slide around my nipples, teasing them diamond hard while he nibbles on my ear. And when Lash backs off to pull my shirt and bra right up over my head, I lift my arms to help him.
Lash groans. “Fuck, if I could keep you naked all the fucking time, I would. Naked and trapped on my fucking bed, because this?” He reaches for the fly of my jeans and starts working it open. “This is fucking amazing.”
Looming over me, Stiff slides a hand up over my throat until he can tilt my head back for an upside down kiss. His technique is different, rougher, more insistent. Passionate. His thick beard brushes over my skin as he kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. I suck his lip into my mouth and nip it. His fingers tighten. I feel wild, and right now, that’s perfect. I crave it. I need to recapture what it is to be me, with all the soft spots and the hard edges.
Lash tugs at my jeans, working them down over my hips and taking my underwear with them. I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants as Lash kisses my belly and down onto my hips, zeroing in on the heat between them.
Reaching down, I find his head, my fingertips brushing over the slight stubble on the shaved sides, before I grab him and try to force his face closer to where I want him. Need him. I growl into Stiff’s kiss when I realize that I’m nowhere strong enough to force either of them anywhere if they aren’t ready, and Lash seems determined to tease me.
They lift me together, my kiss disconnecting as I let out a yelp, and toss me on the bed. Before I know it, it’s just me, completely naked in front of them. “Not fair,” I pout. “I shouldn’t be the only one naked.”
“Don’t rush a master.” Lash grabs my hips and hauls my butt right up to the edge of the bed. With the cocky grin of someone in full control, he pulls my legs wide apart, so I’m completely open to him.
He flicks out his tongue.
Holy crap. My short history of exes doesn’t really include many who were willing to go down there at all, and those that did made me feel like it was a transaction. Something they did so that I’d be willing to do it for them. But Lash looks like he’s relishing the idea. Like he wants nothing more than to make me scream on the tip of it.
“I thought you were exaggerating about the tongue thing,” I say on a gasp.
“Never.” He leans in and starts with a kiss, right on my clit, then draws a long moan out of me as he slides the full thickness of his tongue between my folds and up over my clit again.
Closing my eyes, I ball my hands into fists in my sheets, lifting my hips in anticipation of him doing it again. A finger slides inside me, and his tongue starts undulating against my pussy. My head falls back and I moan, loud.
A mouth closes around my nipple, reminding me that there are three of us here. Stiff’s beard scrapes along my skin as he traps my hardened nub between his teeth. Meanwhile, he slides his hand up and down my side, his fingertips playing over my ribs, exploring over my belly, coming up to capture the other breast and teasing my nipples.
Lash slides his tongue into me, then back out, exploring me outside and in, learning how I react. His rough hands hold my legs open, pushing them back and out so he has complete access to me, and I feel helpless beneath him.
Stiff takes his shirt off, baring his broad chest and hard abs. I stare at the raised scar under his beard that continues down onto his chest and across under his left arm. I’m amazed that he survived whatever caused that. It doesn’t make him any less attractive, just more unique. It’s part of his story and one day I hope I’ll hear it all. His gray eyes stare into mine, and with a devilish smirk, he captures my hair and pulls it tight against the bed so my throat is exposed. He starts at my lips, then around them, onto my cheeks and over my chin, planting a whole trail of kisses, nibbles and licks into the hollow of my throat.