Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Rebel’s hand strokes down my arm. His warmth is comforting behind me. “Question is, how do you feel about a wild night beneath the stars?” His voice is deep and full of the promise that what they’re offering would be worth my while.
The warmth that’s been pooling between my legs this whole evening agrees. I’m just not sure if I’m daring enough. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”
Riptide smiles down at me and winks. “I can fix that.”
He inches closer, and I find myself reaching up and letting my hand trail over his close-cropped beard. When his lips touch mine, they’re hotter and softer than I imagined. I let out a tiny gasp, and his tongue slips into my mouth, sliding alongside my own. Rebel brushes my hair to the side, and his breath ghosts over my ear as he leans in to kiss my neck.
I’m not as innocent as I might look, but getting kissed by two men at the same time is definitely way outside my realm of experience. I glance up and find Mad Dog watching the three of us with a sly smile. There isn’t an ounce of jealousy in his gaze. He seems content to enjoy the show.
For now, at least.
“Where would we—”
“Anywhere we fucking want, sexy.” Riptide grins. “You think anyone here’s going to give a shit?”
“Well, no, but—” It’s still pretty wild to think about. A foursome? It sounds like something from a porno.
“We’ll be gentle,” Rebel whispers into my ear. “Mostly.”
A shiver races down my back, more from anticipation than fear. “Promise?”
4
MELODY
I half expect them to start ripping my clothes off, but the only thing that really changes is the feeling that we’re not circling each other anymore. We’re moving slowly in the same direction, even if that direction still ends in my clothes getting ripped off.
Mad Dog replaces Riptide in front of me. His kiss is more demanding than Riptide’s, but his lips are every bit as warm. He puts his hands on my waist and lifts me away from Rebel, who starts taking off his jacket and shirt.
I’m straddling Mad Dog’s lap, chest to chest, with his hand in my hair. Beneath me, I can feel him getting hard as I rock against him with every stroke of his tongue. It scares the sense back into me for at least a moment.
I pull away, bracing my hands against his shoulders. “Wait. I—”
“You what, honey? Too much?”
“No, but… I’ve just never done this before.” I wish I had as much self-confidence as they do.
“You’re a virgin?” Mad Dog furrows his brows in question.
“No! No. Look, it’s probably stupid, but I’m afraid I’m going to do this all wrong or something.”
Rebel kneels down next to us. Reaching out, he wraps a curl of my hair around his finger and twirls it gently. “Trust me, honey, that’s impossible.”
I want to believe him. I’ll never get an opportunity like this again, I’m sure of it. It’s just daring to take that final step and letting go.
“He’s right.” Riptide leans in. “It’s our job to make it good for you, not the other way around.”
“One of those benefits you were talking about earlier?”
“Exactly.” He kisses the side of my neck, just as Rebel slides his fingers into my hair and Mad Dog kisses me again. I close my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, still not quite believing this is real.
I draw a sharp breath through my nose as the hem of my T-shirt is untied and tugged upward. A fraction of a moment later, my bra is unlatched and Riptide kisses downward, leaving a trail on my skin that’s cooled by the evening air. It wouldn’t take much to leave me topless and exposed to all three of them, not to mention anyone who might walk by. I keep my eyes shut, pretending that’s not a possibility.
“You okay?” Rebel whispers into my ear.
I am. My little nod breaks my kiss with Mad Dog, but he has no problem reclaiming what’s his.
They take their time, surrounding me and getting me used to being touched. Even with my bra loose, they don’t immediately start groping. Instead Rebel takes my wrist and presses my hand against his own bare chest. He’s burning up, his skin hot under my exploring fingers. Just a hint of soft fuzz tickles my fingertips over the hard muscle of his pecs.
Riptide lifts my arms, and they smoothly take off both my shirt and bra. Mad Dog’s warm breath puffs over my skin just before he puts his mouth on my breast, flicking my nipple with his tongue and sending a little shock down to my pussy. I grind over the bulge in his jeans, stoking the burn.
When Rebel leans me back to kiss me, I reach up and bury my fingers in his hair. The move arches me right into Mad Dog’s mouth, and I reach out blindly for Riptide, who takes my hand and presses his lips to the racing pulse on my wrist.