Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Relax, Rox,” he murmurs with his lips against my skin, his teeth and tongue nipping and kissing the insides of my thighs. “I’ll get there soon. Just relax for me, for us, baby.”
I try to do what he says, that authoritative tone almost managing to command my body, but I can’t stop writhing. My jeans suddenly feel two sizes too tight, my clit pulsing like a beacon.
Chance releases my mouth and takes over from Dillon on my nipples, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra. He tosses it aside. An inferno smolders behind those hazel eyes when he meets my gaze for a heartbeat before Dillon claims my lips in a bruising kiss.
My hand wraps around his nape while the other reaches for something. Just something to hold on to when it feels like I’m about to start levitating with need.
I hear a low, rough groan before I realize my hand is in Chance’s lap, my fingers curling around something suspiciously hard and girthy. He doesn’t move my hand away, though.
Instead, he rocks his hips into my touch, his breathing becoming ragged. I open my eyes on instinct, needing to see him right now. I’m not disappointed.
It turns out to be one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen, Chance with his head thrown back, his lips parted and his eyes closed. Those incredibly ripped abs are on full display, the muscles rippling as he thrusts and withdraws, again and again.
Another moan escapes me and this time, Dillon swallows it, his hungry kisses growing harder and more demanding by the second. I surrender to them completely, tugging at his hair with one hand while stroking Chance through his jeans with the other.
The pad of his thumb is still toying with my nipples, alternating between them in a way that makes me suspect he doesn’t want to overstimulate me.
The next thing I know, strong fingers hook into my waistband, and my pants and panties are tugged off.
“Are you okay with this, Roxie?” Boone asks, but all I can do is moan into Dillon’s mouth while I watch Chance’s cheeks flush, his brow furrowing in concentration. “I need words, Roxie. Consent.”
Dillon breaks the kiss, those blue eyes on fire when he looks into mine. “He won’t do a thing unless you tell him it’s okay.”
“Yes,” I murmurs, then I tighten my grip on the nape of Dillon’s neck and pull him back to me, meeting him halfway for a kiss that makes wet heat gather between my legs.
Boone lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl, then his hands push my thighs apart and he licks a line through my slit. My hips buck, my scream muffled by Dillon’s mouth.
Chance lets out a long, almost pained groan, then he finally backs away and puts his mouth close to my ear. “I can’t keep going like that right now, sweetheart. I won’t last.”
I want to tell him that he doesn’t need to, but then I hear zippers opening and the rustle of clothing, and my eyes fly open again. Boone’s head is still between my legs, but Chance and Dillon are both getting naked.
I reach for Dillon’s T-shirt, hastily pulling it off over his head and nearly fainting at the sight of him in all his glory.
The three of them work together like parts of a whole, taking turns kissing me all over, laving my nipples while Boone sucks my clit into his mouth. Someone’s fingers dip into me, withdrawing just when I start contracting around them.
All the while, there are mouths on me. Fingers. Shared breaths and hisses, sharp gasps and moans. I reach for them when I can, stroking and swiping my thumb across the slit at the tip of Chance’s cock to gather the wetness there, but sparks fly through me when Boone laps at my clit again.
I don’t even try to hold back, completely coming undone and shouting when the first orgasm thunders through me. It breaks me apart in the best possible way, pleasure streaking through me like a rocket.
Boone groans and licks me clean after, and then he’s on top of me, taking my mouth from Chance and kissing me so deeply that I see stars all over again. I’m boneless, thoughtless, and yet still wanting.
I spread my legs wider when I feel him at my entrance, sliding my arms around his neck and kissing him with every ounce of acceptance and desire that I’m feeling right now. Somehow, sharing all this with them makes me feel like I’m slipping into my rightful place. Like we’re just cementing something that has always been meant to happen.
But that’s probably just the afterglow talking.
“Are you sure?” Boone murmurs between our kisses.
“Yes,” I whisper against his mouth. “Please!”
“You never have to beg me, sweetheart.” He claims my lips again, heavy and so damn hard on top of me, but it’s nothing compared to when he thrusts inside me.