Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
As soon as we’re inside the door, I drop the bag I’m carrying and scoop Hazel into my arms. I spin her around, then dip her low and give her a kiss.
She squeals as she hangs on tight. “Mmm, what’s gotten into you?”
I lay a line of kisses up the side of her neck. “It was torture sleeping on the couch last night.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Was it uncomfortable?”
“It was perfectly comfortable. The torture was knowing what you and Conal were doing in your bedroom.”
Her sympathetic expression immediately shifts to worried concern. “Could you hear us?”
“No, but I knew what must be going on in there.”
“The bed was really small,” Hazel says, as if that should make me feel better.
Rafe nudges my back. “We need to get to work, and before you get carried away, let me remind you that Hazel will be spending tonight with me.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you sure about that? I didn’t realize we had a signup sheet.”
Rafe starts to defend his position, but Hazel interrupts him. “How about … we all spend the night together again? If you want to.”
“If we want to?” I spin her again, loving the way she laughs. “Are you kidding? We want to.”
When I set her down, Rafe steps in to kiss her. “We want to right now.”
“We definitely do, but the crew is waiting on us,” Conal says, taking his turn, kissing her longingly before he herds us down the hall.
The afternoon passes with the speed of a glacier. Hazel makes pasta for dinner, and the three of us eat it much faster than we should.
We send her up to the bedroom, promising we’ll be there very soon, and we wrap things up with the crew, telling them we’ll make up for lost time tomorrow.
Of course, Hazel’s been on my mind all day, as she usually is, but I never could have imagined what we’d find when we finally get upstairs.
Our sweet little innocent Hazel is dressed in sinfully sexy black. She’s not wearing much, but what she is wearing is jaw-dropping perfection.
There’s a bra held up by the thinnest of straps, and her breasts are on the verge of spilling over the top. A tiny scrap of lace covers her pussy, but it’s the garter belt that launches her into sex kitten category. Straps from the belt connect to fishnet stockings, which lead down to dangerously-tall black heels.
My brothers and I screech to a halt in the doorway. We’ve seen women wearing stuff like this before, of course, but no one has ever looked as good as Hazel does.
I’ve never wanted someone so badly.
“It’s about time you got here, boys.” Her voice is kittenish, too, but then she erupts into giggles, unable to fully inhabit the role the outfit suggests, and I love her all the more for that.
She’s our Hazel, always real and fully herself. Well, except when she’s bent over my knee, pretending to be a naughty student.
When I wipe the drool from my mouth, I say, “Holy fuck, are you trying to give us all heart attacks?”
“Do you like the outfit?”
Conal stalks toward her and tackles her onto the bed. “Jesus Christ, Hazel!”
Her laughter turns into moans as the three of us surround her. I bite at one of the straps on her belt, then lick her luscious thigh. “I usually want to get you out of your clothes as soon as possible, but this can stay on for a while.”
“Agreed. We can just move it out of our way.” Rafe slides his fingers into the barely-there panties and quickly makes the wet spot bigger.
I shift around so that I can kiss her smiling lips. “You’re our fallen angel.”
“I’ll order some wings for you tomorrow,” Conal murmurs as he teases one of her nipples through the bra.
“I didn’t know you’d get quite so excited about the lingerie,” Hazel says.
“It’s not the lingerie, babe. It’s you,” Conal says.
“Hundred percent, but I love that you wanted to wear this for us,” Rafe says.
We decide that’s enough talking, and the room goes quiet, except for the sounds of kissing, licking, sucking, and a lot of moaning. After we get Hazel off several times, she insists on turning the tables, and we’re each treated to the sexiest view ever as she sucks our cocks.
Oh, did I mention she has red lipstick on? Images from tonight are going to be imprinted in my brain until the end of my days.
I’m ready to go again by the time she’s got that gorgeous mouth on Rafe’s cock, so I line up behind her, slide the narrow strip of fabric aside, and stroke her pussy. She wiggles her ass when I do, and I feed my sheathed cock into her hungry pussy, groaning at how amazing she feels.
She falters for a moment, then keeps right on sucking my brother off as I start to stroke into her. I take it easy at first, but after she makes Rafe come, I take her how I want, harder and deeper, rough enough to make the big bed shake.