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)
Boone’s mouth curves just slightly. “Well, I guess we’ve got some catching up to do, then.”
The words hit like a bolt of lust right between my legs. I should deflect or change the topic, but instead, I sit there with my heart hammering, caught in the gravity of three men who are looking at me like I’m the answer to a question they haven’t dared to ask aloud.
Dillon leans forward, sliding his elbows onto the table and tilting his head. “So, if we said we’d like to explore whatever this is between us, would you be open to that?”
My mouth goes dry. My pulse roars in my ears.
And then, the strangest thing happens. It feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience when I nod.
“Yes,” I hear myself say, breathless and a little dazed. “I think I would.”
For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then Dillon pushes back his chair and stands, that easy grin spreading across his face as he reaches for me. “Well, what are we all waiting for then?”
I laugh again, incredulous as I lift my gaze to his. “You’re joking, right?”
Boone groans and gets to his feet, muttering something about Dillon never knowing when to take his time. Chance’s jaw flexes, his eyes dark and unreadable as he exhales through his nose. “He’s not joking, but maybe he should be.”
Except the way he says it isn’t disapproval.
It’s restraint, and it seems like restraint is a losing battle for all of us right now.
15
BOONE
Iglance between them, all three so different, yet bound together in ways I’m only beginning to understand, and every sensible thought I have scatters to the wind. When Dillon’s hand extends toward me again, I only hesitate for half a second before I slide my palm into his.
The first time we’d done this, we’d all gotten so swept up in the moment that we hadn’t even made it to a bed. I’d been perfectly clear with the guys that if it ever happened again, we had to make sure to do it right.
We follow them to her bedroom, where Dillon grabs her by the hips and pulls her into him. She lands against his chest with a soft thump, giggles and wraps her arms around his neck.
His mouth descends, his hair falling across his forehead as he kisses her deeply. A groan lodges in my throat as I watch them. Honestly, I can get off on this just as easily as I can by getting in on the action.
Chance steps in behind her and lowers his mouth to her neck.
Soft moans start spilling out of her when he runs his hands up and down her sides. She presses herself closer to Dillon, who responds by sliding his leg between her thighs.
My cock is already straining against my fly, but I flex my muscles and ignore it. While we hadn’t exactly rushed it last time, we still hadn’t taken our time the way I would’ve wanted to.
All of us had been way too impatient, Roxie included.
Tonight, she seems even more so. As Dillon kisses her, she starts grinding against his thigh, her whole body trembling within minutes and her moans growing louder. I reach for my shirt at the nape of my neck and pull it off, undoing my belt buckle next.
Chance presses himself closer behind her and slides his hand into the front of her waistband. A sharp, surprised sound escapes her, but when she breaks the kiss with Dillon, it isn’t to tell Chance to stop.
Instead, she drops her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes, sucking her full lower lip between her teeth. Dillon’s eyelids are heavy when his gaze drops to where Chance’s hand disappeared into her jeans.
“Help her out,” I murmur, moving into my place beside them and reaching for the hem of her shirt.
Meanwhile, Dillon flicks open the button of her jeans and doesn’t move his leg until he has to, then shifts just enough to slide her pants off. Roxie’s face is glowing, her eyes still closed and her brow furrowed.
Chance’s fingers move between her legs, his head resting against her temple.
We manage to get her shirt off with minimal interference. Then Chance sits down on the bed and brings her with him. He scoots up until he’s resting with his back against the headboard.
Roxie’s eyes are open now, pleading as they meet mine. She swipes her tongue across her lips, and for a second, I think she’s going to say something, but the words never come. She just moans again when Dillon pushes her legs apart, spreading her for us while Chance keeps sliding his fingers in and out of her, rubbing the heel of his hand against her clit.
Dillon shoots me a look over his shoulder, his fist wrapped around his cock as he watches them. He’s stroking lazily, not stopping as he meets my gaze.