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)
I’m the first.
The thought tipped her over the edge. Meg’s body went tight, white exploding across her vision as her orgasm sucked her under. They didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her as her orgasm went on and on, her toes curling so hard they hurt.
Theo’s strokes broke. He cursed and Galen hooked the back of his neck and kissed him as Theo pulled out and came on her back in searing streams of cum. Galen pushed him, and then Meg was half tossed face-down onto Theo’s chest as Galen moved between her legs. He urged her hips up squeezed her ass, parting her cheeks just like Theo had done earlier. “Soon, baby. Soon.” He spoke so low, he might have been talking to himself.
And then he guided his cock into her pussy with enough force that she slid several inches up Theo’s chest. Theo was there, tangling his fingers in her hair and claiming her mouth even as Galen braced one arm over her shoulder to keep her in place and fucked her in short, brutal thrusts. She felt him swell inside her. He cursed and pulled out, shooting across her back, mixing his cum with Theo’s. She melted onto Theo’s chest, boneless.
Meg blinked slowly, staring at the tastefully colored wall on the other side of the bed. “I think I found religion.”
Galen huffed a laugh and dropped down next to them. He kissed Meg and then Theo, and then rolled onto his back and stretched like a giant cat. “That so?”
“Mmhmm.” She had to clear her throat. “There was a second in there where baby angels sang and I’m pretty sure I saw the face of god.” Meg reached out with a shaking hand and dragged her finger over the scar that ran perpendicular to Galen’s collarbone. “I think we’re going to have to do this again, though. Just to be sure.”
Theo’s laugh filled the room. “Not tonight, princess. The only thing left on the agenda tonight is another shower and a long soak.”
She shifted experimentally. Her whole body ached as if she’d run a marathon—or ridden two sexy as fuck men to completion—and she was decidedly…sticky. “That sounds doable.”
“So glad you approve.”
Galen huffed out another of his chuckles and rolled to his feet. “I’ll get the shower going.”
Meg smiled against Theo’s chest as she listened to him stalk into the bathroom. Several long moments passed before her body formed back into muscles and bones and let her lift her head. Instead of a goofy smile on his face, Theo’s dark brows were drawn together in a frown. She frowned back at him. “What?”
“I don’t want you to have regrets.”
She started to make a pithy answer, but stopped and shook her head. “I thought things couldn’t get better after that first night with you two. I was wrong. This was so much better.”
He smoothed her hair back from her face. “All the same, a conversation about being tested and whether or not to use condoms shouldn’t be done in the middle of fucking. It skews the outcome.”
Ah.
Meg took a slow breath, trying to get her sluggish thoughts into an order that made sense. “Do you have regrets?”
“When it comes to you and Galen? No. Never.”
She had a feeling he wasn’t solely talking about the condom conversation, but she let that go. “I meant what I said. I trust you two. I have an IUD. I’m not getting pregnant without someone yanking that thing out, or I wouldn’t have agreed to go bare.” When he just stared at her, waiting, she huffed out a breath. “No, Theo, I don’t have regrets. Did the fact it felt a little wrong get me off all the harder? Fuck yes, it did. But I still wouldn’t have said yes unless I was willing to do it.”
He searched her face as if debating whether she was going to change her mind and yell at them for coercing her later. Meg could have told him it wasn’t even in the realm of possibilities. She owned her choices, for better or worse.
At least she did when she made them with eyes wide open.
Finally, Theo nodded. “If you change your mind, no one will hold it against you.”
“I know.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Come on. Galen’s getting lonely in that big shower all by himself.”
10
“They took her to Germany.”
Phillip Fitzcharles pinched the bridge of his nose. He should have killed that bastard nephew of his months ago, a quiet accident that was very tragic and convenient. It would have saved him the epic headache the boy had become. If he was in Germany, he was searching for evidence that Phillip’s claims about Mary were lies. As if he could fake something of that proportion without the paperwork to back it up.