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)
His thick cock stretches me out and hits everywhere I ever could’ve needed him to. Cursing into my mouth, he lifts his head to look into my eyes, his expression tight with restraint. Something unspoken passes between us before he turns to Chance.
“Get ready. This isn’t going to take long. She’s so fucking tight, man.”
Flutters explode in my stomach. “Say that to me.”
A slight smirk spreads across his lips before he presses them to mine. “You’re so fucking tight, Rox. So hot. So perfect wrapped around my cock.”
Every word is punctuated with a thrust. Soon, he swells deep inside me. I feel his muscles clench, and I wrap my legs around his hips, holding him to me until he’s spent every last drop.
Dillon lifts me almost immediately, helping my trembling body onto Chance’s waiting lap. His smile is tight when I straddle him. Stroking my sweaty hair back from my face, he brings my head closer to his and kissed me gently, groaning as I sink down on top of him.
For a moment, I wonder if he minds that I haven’t cleaned up after Boone, but if he does, he sure doesn’t show it. Instead, he holds me tight and kisses me hard, rolling his pelvis and moving with me in a way that makes his body slide against my clit on every thrust.
I’m so far gone that I lose myself to him, kissing him back and mimicking his movements until another knot releases deep within. Another powerful orgasm rock me to my core, curling my toes and scattering my logic and reason to the four corners of the globe.
12
CHANCE
Roxie is panting when I release her, cheeks flushed and sweat dotting her skin. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, as I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. For a moment, we stay like that, breathing each other in, but when I finally manage to look away from her, I glance up to find Dillon watching us.
He beckons, and I lift her, tenderly helping him lay her down on the rug. My body is still tingling and languid, my heart slamming like an out-of-control drum against my ribs, but Dillon’s jaw is tight, his shoulders rigid with tension.
“Still okay?” he murmurs as he lays down beside her.
A breathless giggle slides out of her. “Yes, but you’re going to have to do most of the work. That was a lot.”
“I have no problem with that, sweetheart, but I can wait.”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine.”
“Let’s just give you a minute to catch your breath,” he whispers, kissing her as Boone goes to lie on her other side.
While I wait for my heart rate to calm down, they work together, kissing her in turn and gently running their fingertips over every inch of her glowing, damp skin. It isn’t long before I can tell she’s ready, her hips rolling just a little as they kiss her.
Boone holds her against him, his arms wrapped around her as Dillon thrusts into her from behind. I watch the powerful movements of his hips, already getting a little turned on again myself, but I know she’ll be spent after this.
She lets out a keening cry that Boone swallows, then her thighs start shaking and her shoulders curl in on themselves.
Shit, that’s fucking hot.
I could watch her come all day, but then Dillon’s hips stutter, and he lets out a deep, guttural roar that tells me he’s coming too. As soon as he’s done, he drops a kiss between her shoulder blades and collapses.
Boone lays back and brings her with him, then I slide into place on her other side. We stay just like that for a long time, none of us saying a word.
In the aftermath, Roxie looks a little dazed. Sort of like the world has tilted just a few degrees off its axis and she hasn’t quite found her footing again. Dillon must’ve noticed the same thing, because he suddenly sits up, pushes to his feet and pulls on his sweats.
“I’ll grab you some water,” he says, then pads across the room, his hair sticking up in all directions and vague imprints of her nails on the backs of his shoulders.
Boone lays beside her with that protective, quiet look he always gets when he cares too much to hide it. For once, there are no storms in his gray eyes. A blanket covers him from the waist down, one arm hooked behind his head as his gaze meets mine.
I draw in a deep breath, rolling over to face her and nudging her nose with mine. “Are you doing okay?”
She blinks up at me, a flush still coloring her cheeks. “Yeah, I’m just tired. Maybe a little overwhelmed.”
“That’s fair,” I say, offering her a small smile. “It’s been a pretty big day.”
She lets out a tiny laugh that makes my chest ache, because it seems like it cost her something to give. “That’s one way of looking at it.”