Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
His thumb brushed over her nipple, and even with the bra between them she could feel both get hard and needy. “You can and you will, or you’ll face our discipline, sweetheart. Have you ever had that gorgeous ass spanked?”
She felt her whole body tighten at the thought, but she was feeling sassy. “How do you know it’s gorgeous? It might be terrible.”
She nearly yelped when he twisted her nipple. It didn’t hurt exactly, simply caught her attention.
“Brattery will be punished, baby. I know it’s gorgeous because every single fucking thing about you is gorgeous, and I won’t hear anything else. Do I make myself plain, Brooke? I will not hear anything bad about you. Not from the people around us, and definitely not from you.”
“He’s got a thing about it,” Shane explained quietly. “There are reasons, but this isn’t a therapy session. And there’s zero doubt in my mind that your ass is going to be beautiful. You know how beautiful you are.”
“Well, I’m feeling kind of sexy right now.” And off kilter since she’d never contemplated how the tiny sting of getting a nipple tweaked would make her wet and hot and ready for sex. Right here. Right now. Going fifty miles an hour down the highway and she wanted to ride Bailey Kent’s cock.
His cock seemed to swell against her. She felt the hard ridge under her pussy. “When we get back to your place, you will strip for us, and we’ll show you how fucking sexy you are. We’ll put our hands everywhere. There’s not going to be an inch of your skin left unworshipped. Tell me something, Brooke. Do you want this?”
He pressed his pelvis up, and a wave of sensation jolted through her as he rubbed against her clit.
Why did she wear jeans? Skirts. Skirts were better. Skirts could be pulled up and panties down, and then she would have him.
Had she ever wanted a man more than she wanted to breathe? How had she thought for a second they didn’t have a connection? There was a live wire running between them, and she couldn’t help but pick it up and let the electricity flow through her.
“Yes.” She didn’t even recognize the breathy sounds coming from her mouth. “I’ll be honest. I really want you. I want an orgasm, and I want it from you.”
His hips moved again, and her eyes nearly crossed. It felt so good.
“Then take one,” he urged, his hands back on her hips. He got his pelvis in the perfect place. “Ride me. I want to watch you come. I want to know how to make you scream. I want to make you crave my cock the way I crave you.”
“You are a bossy man,” she whispered as her hips rolled.
“You have no idea, and you haven’t really met my brother yet,” Bay whispered as his hands shifted to her backside. He squeezed her. “He’s going to want to fuck you here.”
She would have protested but she was rubbing herself against his dick, the pleasure building and building and it didn’t matter that they were on the road that would lead to the house she grew up in. She looked at Shane, whose jaw was tight, hands carefully gripping the wheel. “You have to go around the back way.”
“I am, baby,” Shane promised, his eyes still on the road as though he didn’t trust himself to watch them. “I’ve delivered hay to your brothers before. I know which way the help comes in.”
She didn’t like the sound of that, but she wasn’t thinking straight. All that mattered was the fact that she was riding Bailey Kent like the stallion he was, and it felt so good. It felt like control and power and something she might not have felt before.
She leaned back against the dashboard, hips moving in time with his. One big hand came up and traced the line of her jaw. Then his thumb came out and ran along her bottom lip and she couldn’t help it. She licked him, sucking his thumb into her mouth and giving him a nip.
He hissed, but it wasn’t a bad sound. It was the sound of a man who wanted more. More of her.
She wanted more, too. She wanted this night. Needed it. These men made her feel. Oh, it would be rough in the morning when they were gone and she realized this was how they worked as a team, but she would take it tonight.
A cry spilled from her throat as she came. Sparks went through her system making her whole body sing, and she slumped forward, letting her arms go around Bay.
Who was not boring. Who was not a typical party cowboy, and that made him infinitely more dangerous than he’d been before.
It didn’t matter.
She breathed him in. He smelled like soap and leather and a bit of beer.