Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“You tell us if it’s too much,” Cade says.
I nod as his hands move up to my thighs, over my hips, then to the waistband of my yoga pants. I touch his hair, unable to stop myself. “I will.” I know they’re going to be too much, and I’m going to love every minute.
As Cade peels my pants from my legs, Rhett slides my sleeves from my arms, and then I’m standing between three gorgeous, identical men, all of them fully clothed and me in only my underwear.
Their hands and mouths are greedy, and I get the sense they’re mapping my body like they do the wilderness. Every touch is accompanied by praise that makes me burn hotter instead of shrinking away.
Some of that praise is expressed only through muttered curses or drawn breaths, but the meanings are clear.
Rhett traces the edges of my bra, then dips two fingers into the spot where my breasts press together. “Fuck, Wren.”
“You’re so beautiful.” Boone lifts my hair and kisses the back of my neck as he cups my backside with his palm.
Cade uses his thumbs to massage the muscles in my thighs as his hot breath traces paths up and down my bare legs. He continues to look up at me, telling me with his eyes how much he likes what he sees and feels.
Boone unclasps my bra from the back, and Rhett’s breath catches as he pulls the cups away and bares my chest.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Rhett strokes his thumbs over my nipples, quickly bringing them to hard peaks. He kisses me, pulling back only to murmur, “Your body’s so beautiful, Wren.”
Boone steps closer, pressing his hard body against my back, and reaching around to cup my breasts in his hands. He strokes them, then lifts them as Rhett, who’s been kissing a path down my front, latches onto one of my breasts that his brother offers up.
I lean against Boone at first, then start to squirm as the sensations they trigger make me restless. I grab a handful of Rhett’s shirt in an attempt to get him naked, but we’re a tangle of heads, hands, and mouths, and Boone sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and I gasp.
Hands, which must be Cade’s, slide under the band of my underwear and start to pull them from my hips, and I feel like I could melt into a puddle. My center is molten.
“Not fair,” I manage to say on a sigh.
The three of them pause at the same time. Rhett lifts his head from my chest. “Wren?”
“I’m naked, and you’re not. It’s not fair.”
Apparently caught up in what they were doing, Rhett and Boone didn’t realize I was fully naked, but now they both move back just enough to see my body, and instead of shying away from their gazes, I feel radiant, because the awe they’ve been expressing is now multiplied.
More curses, more compliments, more eyes eating me up from head to toe.
“On the bed,” Rhett commands.
I very much want to obey, but not yet. Hands on hips, I look around at the three fully-dressed Wilders. “Not until all of your clothes are off, too.”
Rhett’s eyes narrow at my refusal, but heat flares in them. He likes it.
Keeping me pinned in his gaze, he grabs the back collar of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, and my pussy gets another rush of wetness.
His chest is glorious, his abs are a work of art, and then there’s that sinful trail of hair that leads down from his navel. Suddenly, my mouth is as wet as my pussy, and I have to swallow my own saliva.
A flicker of arrogant satisfaction at my reaction crosses his expression, but then it’s gone, replaced with nothing but desire.
I peel my eyes away from Rhett and find an equally gorgeous torso in Boone, and another in Cade, who’s on his feet now. The three of them are lined up, chests bare. They’d have their pants off now, too, but they noticed my reaction and are standing at attention, like troops ready for review.
I squeeze Boone’s shoulder and slide a hand over Rhett’s pec. I trail a finger down Cade’s pebbled stomach. Their bodies are discipline in human form. Strength and warmth, power held in reserve.
I bring my mouth to a tattoo of a wolf on Rhett’s chest. It’s near his arm, faded into grays. Boone has one of a snake, jaws wide open, on the outer part of his shoulder. I stroke it, press my lips to the skin above it, then kiss my way up to his mouth.
Cade has a campfire inked just above his belt, faded to a similar tone. I stroke it with my fingers, and when I bring my mouth to it, the bulge in his work pants swells.