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 releases a sound that’s a laugh wrapped in a broken sob. Chance kisses her hair like he’s been starved for that one word, and I grin up at her, feeling like my chest is going to explode.
I slide my ring onto her finger, then Boone and Chance take theirs, each dropping to their own knees to sliding them into place beside mine. They nest together perfectly, each ring curved in exactly the right places to allow the others to fit snugly against it.
Roxie watches us with tears sliding down her cheeks, and after blinking at the rings for a moment, she drops to her knees and throws her arms around us. “Wow… this is… it’s unbelievable.”
“Believe it, baby,” I murmur, then wrap my fingers around her neck and pull her mouth to mine.
I kiss her deeply, a warmth unlike anything I’ve ever felt bleeding from my chest into my veins. Love. Relief. Happiness.
Roxie’s lips part under mine and I groan when the taste of her hits my tongue, so sweet and so mine that my body reacts instantly. I wrap an arm around her waist to tug her closer, feeling another arm already there.
Adjusting my grip, I move my hand to her hip instead, easing back until I’m sitting on my ass and she’s straddling me. I tip my head back, letting her take control of the kiss when a soft moan escapes her.
It sends a jolt of desire straight through me, turning my cock into a steel rod and my heart into a pounding mess. I feel my cheeks flush, my muscles tensing as I kiss her harder.
Roxie’s tongue strokes mine hungrily, but when she gasps into my mouth, shaking a little, I open my eyes to find Chance’s hands on her breasts. He’s tugged down the straps of her dress and somehow, I hadn’t noticed that she must’ve gone without a bra today.
Her nipples are stiff, little pink points, and he’s toying with them, pinching and rubbing. Her head drops back against his shoulder, her brow already puckered and her lips parted.
My hips jerk of their own accord, a groan rattling through my chest at the soft heat of her above me even through our clothes. Chance looks like he’s completely lost in her, his temple against hers and his eyes closed, his breathing a little harder than usual and his mouth slightly agape.
I groan again, way too turned on by the sight of them together like this. Her hair is just about the same color as his now, a dark blonde with only a hint of the brunette dye left in the strands, but it mostly washed out.
Wondering where Boone had gone off to, I glance to the side, not really surprised when I see him sitting in the armchair closest to us. He’s watching intently, restraint tightening his features and a huge bulge in his sweatpants.
He doesn’t reach for his cock, though, nor does he say anything as our gazes connect. Yet I know. I knew what he needs.
Drawing in a shaky breath in an attempt to ease myself just a little further away from the edge, I slide my hands up Roxie’s thighs, letting them disappear under her dress. Chance is still working on her nipples, but they are kissing now, too.
Their mouths crash together again and again, all flashes of slick tongues and soft moans. Transfixed by the sight, I’m only half-aware of Boone’s unspoken command, but my hands keep sliding higher until I reach the damp front panel of her panties.
I stroke my fingertips over it, relishing the shivers and tiny sounds she makes in response. When she starts grinding her hips a little, I relent, sliding my fingers between her folds and groaning when I feel how wet she is.
“God, you should feel this,” I grind out, finally tearing my gaze away from her and Chance to look back at Boone.
The big guy’s jaw is clenched now, his cheeks hot, and his breathing coming in harsh pants. As our gazes connect, he stands up and walks over.
“Lie her down,” he rasps, sinking to his knees beside us.
Chance reacts like he’s been tased, immediately letting go of her and then helping me lie her down on the rug in front of the fire. Roxie’s chest is rising and falling in rapid pants, her eyes glazed over as she glances down at him. He’s already rolling her panties down her legs, spreading them wide before positioning his face right in front of her pussy.
She lets out a soft, breathy moan, her eyelids fluttering closed when he wraps his fingers around her thighs and licks along her seam. Her hands fly into his hair, and as soon as she starts grinding under his mouth, I curse under my breath and shove my sweats down.
Pleasure is a real kink for me. More specifically, seeing other people in the throes of it, knowing how turned on they are and that they are racing toward release. That is one reason why this arrangement works so well for me sexually. I get off on seeing them get off. All of them.