Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Oh god.
Theo broke free of her mouth and pressed his forehead against hers, their breath mingling between them. Each of her exhales came out as, “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.”
He gentled his touch, stroking her hair as if she was a wild animal he had every intention of taming. “Stay with me, princess. I’ve got you.”
As if this was something she submitted to, rather than chased down and tackled to the ground because she wanted it so badly. Meg laughed. She couldn’t help it. “Fuck me, Theo.” She hitched her leg around his hip so she could take him deeper. “I need it hard.” She leaned up until her lips brushed his ear. “Take me like Galen is watching and you want to give him a show.”
Fuck me until he can’t hold back any longer and joins us in the bed.
An ache started in her chest, a longing for a man she barely knew. She wanted Galen here with them. Theo must have felt it, too. He withdrew and flipped her onto her stomach, urging her hips up even as he impaled her again. “You want me to fuck you like Galen’s watching.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Knees wider, princess. Let’s give him a show.”
Galen breathed a sigh of relief when he hit the button to take the elevator up to the apartment. The entire flight back to New York, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. He didn’t put stock in feelings over facts, but Galen trusted his instincts. As much as he would have liked to chalk up his unease to dealing with his father, it didn’t explain away things as neatly as he wanted them to.
Theo hadn’t answered his calls or texts in hours.
They had a policy since their exile; when they weren’t together, they checked in at regular intervals. Too much shit could go wrong. Too many people were gunning for them. Phillip might not be willing to brave the potential political storm to send an assassin after Theo, but as soon as he installed Edward as king, all bets were off.
Even if Phillip wouldn’t take that step, there were half a dozen other countries who would. The fact they hadn’t yet amazed Galen a little bit. In their position, he would have ensured Theo didn’t survive the flight to the States. Easy enough to bring their plane down if someone had pockets deep enough.
Every one of their enemies had pockets deep enough.
The elevator doors opened and he stepped into the apartment. He hadn’t been back here in months. He and Theo had wasted precious time pursuing a lead that took them nowhere, and Galen could admit he was glad to spend time in New York again. He loved the shit out of his country, but there was something about the mad pulse of NYC that drew him in despite himself. So many strangers packed into such a tight space, all living their lives on top of each other and steadily ignoring anything they didn’t feel like dealing with. Here, people didn’t care what his past was. They didn’t give a fuck about his future, either.
It was freeing.
He stopped short. His memories of the last time he was in this apartment had to be playing with his mind. For a second, he could have sworn he caught a strain of the same floral perfume Meg Sanders had worn the night they brought her home. Galen closed his eyes and inhaled again, slower this time. Yeah, that was Meg’s perfume, which didn’t make a damn bit of sense because three months was more than long enough…
A flash of something out of place from the corner of his eye brought him around to face the kitchen. The black lace thong on the floor hadn’t been there when they left New York. Meg had worn red that night and Theo ripped the fucking thing off her.
Goddamn it, Theo, you promised.
He should have known better. He should have sent Theo to Europe or Australia to follow some imaginary errand while he was occupied in Thalania. Anything but letting his friend come back here to start shit neither one of them were capable of following through on. Galen stalked down the hallway, the sliver of morning light shining from behind the bedroom door confirming his worst fears. He used a single finger to push open the door.
They were in bed together.
He watched Theo move over Meg. In Meg. She had her legs locked around his waist, her heels digging into the dip at the bottom of Theo’s spine. Galen had tongued that dip more times than he cared to count. He should stop them. Should clear his throat or let loose the curses rattling around in his head at their recklessness.
But, fuck, they were beautiful together.
Theo rolled, taking Meg with him, and ended up on his back with her astride him. That’s when Galen realized his friend had spotted him. Theo knew he liked a show and the bastard thought he could entice Galen to join them. Meg didn’t have the same training—the same awareness. Or maybe she was too far gone. She braced her hands on Theo’s chest and rode him as if paradise lay just on the other side of her next stroke. Her ass bounced every time she slammed down onto Theo’s cock, and fuck if that didn’t make Galen want to climb onto the bed and take a bite out of her. He leaned against the door jamb and crossed his arms over his chest. Waiting.