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)
Harlow felt the bed tilt under her as Jensen climbed in behind her, gripping her wrists and dragging her up the bed with him.
He was right. She was definitely going to squirm.
Chapter Ten
Niall had not expected that level of assistance from his best friend, but he was going with it. He could still taste her on his tongue, still hear all those sweet sounds she’d made as he licked and sucked that sweet pussy of hers. His cock was desperate, but he wasn’t about to simply fall on her. He wanted to make this last, and he had something to prove.
Jensen was still in his jeans as he dragged Harlow against him. He sat with his back against the headboard and pulled her close, holding her wrists in his hands and hooking her ankles with his, making her a treat laid out for him.
The picture of the two of them together did something for him. He worried at first that he would have to get used to this, to having another guy in bed with him, but this felt oddly natural. Like they were two pieces that fit together to give her a whole man.
Maybe that’s what they had always been.
They looked so gorgeous. Harlow and Jensen looked absolutely perfect together, and he couldn’t miss the way his always shut down best friend was kissing the curve of her ears, whispering to her. Telling her how stunning she was, how much he was looking forward to getting inside her.
Harlow’s eyes were closed but she was so much more relaxed than he’d seen her since the moment Jensen arrived.
This was what they needed. What they all needed. It had been the roughest of days and they lost a lot, but they might have found something new, something that could work for all of them.
He had to convince them, and he would start by giving that woman her second much-needed orgasm of the night. He ditched his jeans and reached for the kit Jensen retrieved. He’d kind of meant to tie her up, but they’d gotten a little out of control. She’d pushed him and he’d called her on it and responded exactly how he hoped she would—with grace and the love she held in her heart.
“How long has it been for you, baby?” Jensen asked.
Niall came back with the condom in time to see her flush. “It’s none of your business.”
Jensen needed to stop talking.
Niall dropped the condom on the bed because it was obvious she was going to need more foreplay. Well, he hadn’t even sucked on her nipples yet.
“I haven’t slept with anyone. Not even Niall, and apparently that’s a real possibility now,” Jensen murmured. “Twist her nipples. She likes a hard twist.”
“I do not.” She sounded flustered. “And this is not going to…”
Niall placed himself between her legs and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave that pretty bud a hard twist.
Harlow gasped, and her eyes went soft and wide.
Oh, she so liked it. He leaned over and licked the abused button and gently sucked on it, feeling Harlow’s breath hitch. “I bought clamps. I’ve spent months buying clamps and ties and toys just for you.” He gave the other nipple a nice twist, too. “Every class I’ve taken has been for you.”
“I thought it was all for Jensen,” she snarked.
He nipped her, eliciting a soft scream. That was when he realized Jensen had done the same thing to her earlobe.
“Stop with the sarcasm, Harlow, or you’ll be over my lap again and you won’t get a cock until you apologize prettily and maybe cry. You know you’re gorgeous when you cry,” Jensen said.
“I know you like to make me cry,” she practically snarled back.
This time he reached down and gently pinched her clit.
She nearly came off the bed.
“There is a time and a place for your reasonable anger with us, princess. This is not it,” Niall said. He hated the words about to come out of his mouth, but he had to give her the choice. His cock protested his sense of fairness. “Do you want to talk now? I’ve waited this long. I can handle a therapy session.”
“I don’t need a fucking therapy session,” she shot back, and then her gaze softened. “This is all I can give you.”
“Then be a proper sub when we’re playing,” Jensen offered. “If this is all the time we get, then give us something to think about for the rest of our miserable lives. Be the sub I know you can be. Do you know why you crying melts me every time? Why I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours whenever you let me? I’ll do it because when you cry in front of me, I feel like I mean something to the world. I feel like I’m not a fucking gun that’s pointed and waiting to go off. It’s the same reason I’ve been friends with Niall for most of my life. Because he didn’t look at me like I was muscle without a brain or a soul. He gave a damn about me, and when you cried I could pretend you did, too. Earlier, that is. I know you cared about me before. I fucked that up and I accept whatever you decide to do, but if this is all we ever get from the only woman I’ll ever love, then I want these days. I want to pretend to be your Dom. And if you maybe want to get rid of Ni…”