Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Jensen kissed her shoulder. “We’ll do what it takes.”
He had to believe his partner. Niall set aside his worry. He wanted to concentrate on being together. Tomorrow was soon enough. He would sit down with Jensen and come up with a plan to deal with her dad. Her mom seemed to be on board, and Ben would likely give them long lectures on how to treat their daughter.
But he did have to figure out how to keep Chase from sniping them.
He dropped to his knees because those pretty nipples needed more. He leaned forward and didn’t care that Jensen’s muscular arm was brushing against his shoulder and he could feel it against his chest since his partner was currently stroking Harlow’s clit. Jensen didn’t move, didn’t seem to feel any of the awkwardness they’d started out with. They were getting this whole team-up play down.
He licked her nipple, eliciting the sweetest groan.
“Wait until we get you back at The Hideout,” Niall promised. “Wait until we take you on that main stage and tie your hands and ankles down and fill your every hole with our cocks. And they’ll all be watching. All the Doms will want to be us, but we would never let them touch you because you’re ours.”
“Yours,” she vowed before he gently bit down on her nipple, and she jerked slightly.
“Damn, she’s wet. Whatever you are doing, keep it up,” Jensen said.
She was going to come if he let Jensen keep going. He didn’t want that. He wanted her desperate for them.
He kissed her nipple, easing the ache his teeth had caused. He could smell her arousal, loved the way her hips were rolling, trying so hard to get Jensen’s fingers to apply the exact amount of pressure so she could steal an orgasm from them.
He let his head dip back so he could see her face. “Princess, you’re not allowed to come until we’re both inside you.”
“Sure,” she said as her hips rolled again.
Jensen huffed and backed up. “I don’t think she’s listening.”
“Then we’ll have to discipline her.” He knew exactly what he wanted to do to their gorgeous girl.
It was time for some punishment.
Chapter Fifteen
Jensen felt like the breath was knocked out of him. He was trying so fucking hard not to get emotional, but it was almost impossible. He shoved it all deep. He needed this night. Needed the memory of her to fuel him for the rest of his lonely life.
The idea of being in that club with her, of walking in every weekend and kissing her at the locker room door before he and Niall went into the men’s and joked and laughed with their friends. They would get ready together and then play all night and stop for waffles on the way home with her sister and cousin and Ruby and sleep with her between them. Their days would roll on like that, each bonding them closer and closer until they couldn’t imagine a life without the other two in it.
They would plan a life together in those quiet moments.
He would not be there.
But he was here now, and he had to build as many memories as he could.
Starting with the way she tasted. He brought his fingers to his lips as Niall instructed her to get on her hands and knees, but only after she’d given him her underwear.
She tasted so good. Tangy and somehow sweet. He sucked the evidence of her arousal off his fingers while he watched her hand her panties to Niall. His cock was about as hard as it could be. He needed a release or he would lose it the minute he got inside her.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said in her sweetest voice. He loved that she could be both sweet and a righteous bitch when she needed to be. She could put them both on their asses if they required it.
It was one of the reasons he loved her so deeply. She was a woman who could be counted on. She would let herself be submissive here, but she could stand strong when required to. She could be a rock they all clung to.
Niall could. Niall would hold on to her when he needed her to be strong.
“Sure. You’re so sorry,” Niall teased and then his gaze hardened. “Hands and knees. You should know this drill. I want you to take care of Master J while I teach you a lesson about stealing orgasms.”
“Evil man,” she said but with a smirk. It was a game, and they were all aware. They knew she would get the orgasms she needed, but it was fun to play.
“Master Jensen. Not J. Not for her.” Master J was his undercover name, the one that he could remember to react to, but he could also put some distance between. He needed that distance so badly in the field, but he didn’t want an inch of it here. Here he wanted her as close as possible. Physically. Emotionally.