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 can take it,” she gasped.
“Good. Because you damn well will.” He pressed down hard on her clit.
It was too much, just like he must have known it would be. Meg came with a cry, and Galen kept up that gloriously delicious touch as Theo went wild inside her, his strokes losing their rhythm as he cursed and came. He didn’t immediately pull out, though. He kept them sealed together as he ran a hand up the center of her body to bracket her throat. “Meg.”
He said her name like he owned her.
Like maybe she owned him, too.
He lifted her off Galen and nodded at his friend. “Chairs.”
“Yeah.”
Theo tossed her over his shoulder and walked up the stairs out of the pool. Meg slapped his ass. “I’m getting tired of being hauled around like some kind of war prize.”
“No, you’re not.”
No, she really wasn’t.
By the time they made it to the chair set Theo had been on earlier, Galen was already there with three towels. He draped one around her as soon as Theo set her on her feet and passed one to Theo. They dried with quick, efficient movements, but Meg couldn’t help glancing at Galen’s hard cock. He had made her a promise, after all.
“See something you like?”
“You know I do.”
He shook his head. “Shameless.”
“You like it.”
“Children,” Theo warned. He dropped into the same chair he’d occupied earlier. “Bend over the table, princess. Legs wide.”
The table was some kind of faintly rough rock—granite, maybe—and she shivered as she obeyed. It was cold against her damp skin, rough against her sensitive nipples. She braced her hands flat on the table on either side of her head, giving herself over to whatever Galen would do. Doing something she spent so much of her life fighting tooth and nail against.
Surrendering.
Galen stepped between her spread legs, the hair on his thighs coarse against her skin. He speared a single finger into her. “You’ve filled her up, haven’t you, Theo? Left her all wet and ready for me.”
“You can thank me by sucking my cock later.”
Galen’s laugh rolled down her spine. “Believe me, I will.” He guided his broad cock into her in a single, steady thrust. She expected him to lose control the same way Theo had, but Meg should have known better. They were too well balanced to lose it at the same time, though she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like if they did.
If she’d survive it.
It would be a glorious way to go.
He leaned down, pressing himself against her back, pinning her between the cool rock and his warm body. “How you holding up, baby?”
Checking in.
Her chest felt too full, and it took her several breaths to formulate a response. “I’m good.”
“Mmmm.” He pumped slowly, letting her feel every inch of him. He touched her bandage, as if reassuring himself that it was intact. “I changed my mind. We’re going to do this a different way.” Galen pulled out of her and jerked his thumb at Theo. “Bed. Now.”
She half expected him to haul her in there, but he just took her wrist and towed her after him into the house. Galen sank onto the bed, seemed to consider and positioned himself with his head near the foot of the mattress. He pulled her on top of him and angled his cock into her. “Better.”
He was letting her control the pace. Letting her decide what was too much for her. The feeling in her chest got worse. Or maybe it was better. She couldn’t be sure. Meg bit her bottom lip. “Yeah. It’s good.”
Theo stood over them and gave his cock a rough stroke. Just like Galen had predicted, he was already growing hard again. God, what did they feed these Thalanian men? Theo glanced at her bandage, a flicker of guilt in his blue eyes. He met her gaze and some of wildness retreated. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
His mouth twisted. “Would you tell me if I had?”
“I would tell you if you had.” Galen reached up and grabbed Theo’s hands, pulling him to the edge of the bed. “Focus, asshole. You want that blowjob or not?”
Theo traced them with his gaze, starting at the top of Meg’s head, caressing her face, lingering over her breasts and where she was joined with Galen’s cock, and then up Galen’s chest to this face. “Yeah, Galen, I want you to suck my cock. I’m just as irritated at you for that little show as I am at her.”
“I know.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry.
As Theo braced himself on the mattress and guided his cock into Galen’s mouth. Meg started moving as she watched him disappear through Galen’s lips. “Oh god.” It had been good watching them fuck. Better than good, though there was a healthy dose of longing and spurned lust in there. Riding Galen’s cock while he sucked off Theo? She braced her hands on Galen’s chest and moved faster, chasing her pleasure even as Theo’s danced across his expression.