Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I quickly lose control, and he rocks me through my climax, holding me in a way that makes me feel like nothing in the world could ever harm me.
As I start to catch my breath, Andrew buries his face between my breasts and pumps into me with a slow, steady rhythm. I caress the muscles at his back and slide my hands over his strong shoulders, and when he starts to come, his body stiffens beneath my touch. He locks his eyes on mine as his cock pulses inside me.
It’s intense and deeply intimate, even as we’re surrounded by the two men who are as close to him as brothers.
For a short time, the man who’s in firm control of everything loses control inside me, and I’m honored to provide a place where he can fully let go, even if it’s only for a few seconds.
He bows over me as he catches his breath, then he kisses my lips, my cheeks, and my forehead before setting me back down among the pillows on the floor.
Silas is standing at the edge of the space. His face is more open than usual. His expression tells me he’s conflicted about what’s been happening, but he doesn’t leave. What’s most clear is that he wants me.
When he meets my eyes and I bite my lower lip, he pauses as if he’s intentionally setting aside his reservations, then he strides over. Boyd hands him a condom, and Silas pulls out his cock, which he’d tucked back into his pants.
As I lie there on my side, he scans my body, tugging on his length as it grows longer and harder in his grip. After he wraps it up, he joins me on the floor, lowering his tight frame down next to me in a distractingly impressive push-up, tattoos flexing.
He kisses me, then studies my face, no doubt taking in every little muscle twitch. His hand gently slides over my belly. “You doing okay?” He narrows his eyes, watching closely as he waits for my response.
I get the impression that his hesitation might not only come from his reluctance to openly share me, but also from a concern of overwhelming me.
Collectively, these three men are a lot to take, but my body and soul need them more than air.
I wrap an arm around his shoulder and nod as I press closer to him. “I want you, Silas.”
A look I can’t quite read passes over his face, another crack in his careful restraint. His eyes soften, then go dark.
Lying beside me, a hand holding my hip, he nudges his cock into my entrance, pressing in slow until our bodies meet. When I cup his cheek and smile up at him, he pulls back and sinks in again, faster and rougher, still watching my every reaction.
I lick my lip, and it spurs him on, until he’s stroking in and out of me with a fierce intensity I’ll never get over.
His movements are a skillful blend of control and abandon. He’s careful not to hurt me, but the way he takes me tells me over and over how very much he wants me.
He taps at a spot inside me as he ducks his head to graze his teeth over my nipples, and I understand something with quiet clarity.
This isn’t just a moment we’re sharing.
It’s a promise.
Silas makes me come like he’s an expert on my satisfaction. He follows right after me, his body going tense, then exploding inside me.
Afterward, he gets up to take care of the condom, and Andrew and Boyd join me on the floor, kissing and soothing me.
When Silas returns, he takes up the open spot beside me, and I’m between the three of them again, exactly where I need to be.
For men who are almost always on a mission, especially over the past couple of days, the moments that follow are surprisingly calm and quiet.
Rather than feeling like the end of an intimate moment, it feels like the start of something that doesn’t need to be rushed.
Outside, the cold presses in. Snow lies untouched beyond the windows, moonlight turning it pale and endless.
Inside, the four of us lie close together, sharing heat from the fire, and each other.
No one moves.
No one fills the silence, because there’s nothing more we need to say.
I close my eyes and rest in their arms. I know that when we move again, it will be forward.
And it will be together.
CHAPTER 44
VIPER
The call comes in a couple of hours before sunrise, on a channel that will never ring twice.
I take it in the ops center with the light dimmed low.
There’s no greeting. No pleasantries. “They’ve moved,” the voice says. “Surveillance assets repositioned overnight. The Brianna crash narrowed the grid. Thermal sweeps caught anomalies consistent with a hardened structure. They’ve got a window now.”