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)
“Tell me I have more time. Tell me we can explore this thing between us while you’re here,” Shane demanded.
He spanked her again, trading off smacks with his brother. She started to cry, but she didn’t tell them to stop. He put a hand up, halting his brother. They didn’t know her the way they needed to. If he had his way, he would get to know her every tell, to be able to read her body language as well as he knew his own. But for now, they had to talk. He thrust a hand into her hair and tilted her head up to him.
“Is it too much?” Shane asked.
She nodded but then released the ladder, and her arms wrapped around him. “Not you. It’s everything. Please, Shane, make me forget anything but you. We can have the nights together. I want you both. I want to know.”
All thoughts of controlling this scene fled. She needed, and he was going to give her everything he had.
He picked her up and turned, looking for a proper place to put her because they weren’t going to make it to a bed. The need was too urgent. He set her on top of the small bistro-style table, his heart thudding in his chest. Emotion rode him high because he realized this might be the first time he could truly give something to a woman. Something beyond an orgasm. She needed him. Them.
She gasped as he spread her legs and went down on his knees. Bay moved his big body to the opposite side of the table and got his hands on her breasts. He stared down at her like he could memorize her and capture this moment in whatever material he had. Paint or clay or marble. It wouldn’t matter. All that would matter was how gorgeous she was in this moment.
And her pussy was gorgeous too. Pink and wet and pouting. Begging for his attention. She was so damn wet and ready for them. That taste he’d gotten had been nothing more than an appetizer.
He leaned toward her, breathing and taking in the scent of her arousal before he put his mouth on her.
Brooke’s whole body bowed, and she let out a shout as he tongued her clitoris. He held her legs open for his feast while his brother took her arms, and they made her vulnerable to them.
She tasted like heaven, her creamy essence coating his tongue and filling all of his senses. He speared her with a long thrust of his tongue while he placed his thumb on the jewel of her clit. She was giving him all her secrets now. She couldn’t hold back when she was like this. She couldn’t hide from him. He wouldn’t allow it.
He fucked her with his tongue until she screamed out his name and then he couldn’t hold back a second longer. His cock had been aching since the moment he’d seen her earlier today, and he couldn’t take more. He got to his feet.
“Shane.” Bay was obviously the one who was thinking tonight because he tossed a condom Shane’s way, then went back to kissing her forehead and telling her how hot she was and how much he wanted to fuck her.
It was everything he wanted. Brooke accepting both him and his brother. Opening herself up for both of them, wanting them.
He stroked his cock and moved between her legs, lining himself up. “I want to do this every night. I want all your nights, Brooke. Every night you’re in Bliss.”
She gasped as he thrust inside her. Pure sensation washed over him, and he watched her body tighten. Bay was kneeling beside her, kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear. Her hands came out and found the sides of his chest, running her nails over his skin and making his breath hitch.
“Tell me how she feels,” Bay demanded in a guttural tone.
“She feels so fucking good.” He pulled his cock out almost all the way and then pressed back in until he couldn’t go further. He gripped her hips, holding her there. He fucked her hard, not holding back because if there was one thing he’d learned it was that she could handle him. He took his time, watching her, noting when her eyes flared and when her nails bit into his skin in the sexiest way. He learned her sweet spots and found the perfect rhythm.
He moved and bit back a groan when she tightened around him and pulled him into the wave of her orgasm.
He poured himself into her, and a sense of peace suffused his whole body.
He leaned over and kissed her. “More than a night, Brooke. We need more than one night.”
“More than one night, but we should keep it quiet. I don’t want to upset my brothers,” she whispered.