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)
I know what he was going to do before he does it and I slide in behind her, stepping up against her back and winding my arms around her hips just as he starts kissing her belly. She moans and drops her head back on my shoulder, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted.
One of her hands weaves into his hair, the other winding around the back of my neck. Boone dims the lights in the bathroom as Dillon groans and scoots closer. I look over her shoulder when he licks and nips at the insides of her thighs, finally pressing them apart as her chest heaves with deep, panting breaths.
Dillon licks a path straight through her folds that make her hips buck against my cock. I can feel myself leaking pre-cum, but I don’t move to do anything about it.
Instead, I just hold onto her while Dillon works her over with his tongue and Boone finally moves closer, coming in at her side and bending over to take her nipple into his mouth. She whimpers and squirms, a little more of her weight resting against me with every flick of Dillon’s tongue across her clit.
When I feel her tense, I hold on tighter, silently letting her know that she can let go. A short, needy shout tears out of her just a second before she starts shaking, Dillon groaning as he licks her through it.
She goes limp in my arms afterward and I gathered her up, carrying her to bed without a word. When I lean over to kiss her, she pulled me down on top of her.
I catch my weight on my elbows, willingly positioning myself on top of her and hissing when my tip slides through her wet heat. Boone sighs behind me, and I feels the mattress dip and then he’s on one side of us, Dillon on the other.
Dillon’s lips are parted and he’s breathing hard as he strokes himself. She glances at him and a moment later, takes over for him, her eyes coming back to mine and she spreads her legs a little further.
“Now, Chance. Please.”
With her heat already enveloping me, all I cand do is grit my teeth and pray this doesn’t end before it even begins. I line myself up at her entrance and slowly push inside, shivering when I feel how hot and tight she is.
“Holy shit,” I grit out, glancing at Boone beside us. He’s lying on his back, lazily moving his fist up and down his long shaft as he watches me sink into her. “You should feel this.”
He pushes himself up on an elbow, eyes locked on her face as he reaches a hand between us. Roxie’s eyes fly wide open when she feel him slide a fingertip into her, fitting snugly between my cock and her walls.
She cries out when I withdrew a little, and my breath stutters as I thrust back in. Boone flicks a glance toward me. “Take it slow.”
I give him a tight nod, but when I feel her pussy constricting around me, I snap just for a moment, my hips pistoning into her.
Relief barrels into me as Roxie wraps her legs around my hips as he turns her head to take Dillon’s cock into her mouth.
The sight of him tipping his head back and the sound of their combined moans sends me over the edge. I lose it with her tight, slick heat working around me, exploding into her on a roar loud enough to rattle the windowpanes.
Boone is right there when I roll off her, filling her right again and matching my pace almost exactly. It doesn’t take long before her toes curl and her entire body locks up, Dillon’s eyelids fluttering closed and Boone letting out a roar that rivaled mine.
In the aftermath, we collapse together, all of us falling asleep almost instantly right there on her bed.
21
DILLON
Iwake up slowly, my brain pulling itself together piece by piece. The first thing I become aware of is warmth, then soft breaths, and then the faint scent of vanilla hanging in the air.
There are also undertones of something sweeter. I still can’t quite put my finger on what it is, but I’d know that scent anywhere. It clings to Roxie day and night, no matter what.
My eyes blink open, and there she is, curled on her side, facing me. Light brown hair shot through with gold spills everywhere, one of her hands tucked under her cheek and her lips are parted in a tiny, unconscious pout, completely asleep, unguarded.
Beautiful doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface. For a second, I just lie there, watching her, and something too big to name swells in my chest. I actually have to press my palm to it like an idiot checking for an early-onset heart attack.