Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Just like before, right when I get to the point where my mind goes blank and I’m floating comfortably between them, they switch things up.
“Nooooooooo,” I moan. “I was almost there.”
Bull pulls out of my mouth and leans down to kiss me. “Get ready, angel.”
They get me on my hands and knees, and Diesel thrusts from behind, his hips slamming against my ass as Shrapnel feeds me his cock. The mood shifts, getting rougher, more insistent. We're coming up on the finish. I arch my back, groaning as Diesel fills me over and over while Shrapnel fucks my mouth. I brace one hand at the base of his cock, but let him push me to my limits. Every time he hits my throat, I clench around Diesel, who moans in response.
And the whole time Bull watches us, stroking his thick cock right beside me. We're all getting close and all the feelings are so intense, as we're all racing for the goal line.
Shrapnel goes over the edge first. He groans, and then his cum splashes onto my tongue, one big pulse after another. I swallow some, while the rest slides down my chin. Diesel leans forward and presses his fingers between my legs, coaxing my throbbing clit into giving up one more nearly painful orgasm. When I cry out and my pussy clamps down, Bull groans and wet heat hits my back and shoulder, sliding down my arm.
“Fuck,” Diesel snarls, and then his cock flexes as his muscles contract, over and over, filling me as I shudder under him until he’s done.
Condoms disposed of, we collapse there for a small eternity before I dredge up the strength to groan. God, that was wild. Eventually I curl up into a little ball, absolutely fucked out. “Can we sleep here tonight? I don't think my legs work anymore.”
“You okay?” Shrapnel wraps himself around me as the big spoon, holding me close while my body settles down. “That got a little intense.”
I give them a weak thumbs up.
Shrapnel chuckles into my hair and Bull pats my shoulder. Diesel stretches out beside us, his foot absently touching mine and maintaining a little bit of connection. I don't know if I've ever felt so comfortable and protected, with big muscled bodies all around me.
I’ve spent my life trying to fill the emptiness with achievements, but they are what’s slowly filling the cold spaces inside, and the looming knowledge that this is just a temporary situation terrifies me, because now that I know what I’m missing, it’s going to hurt even more to lose it.
23
RORY
“Just pick up the phone.” I listen to the ring tone as I pace back and forth in the room they assigned me but I hardly ever seem to use.
Dad hasn't made contact since the demonstration. It didn’t bother me at first. When he’s focused on something it’s not uncommon for him to ignore everything else. Saving bandwidth, he says.
I don't really want to talk to him. He’s going to want to know how things are going, and to chastise me for changing the demonstration target, but I don’t like not knowing what’s happening. Does he suspect that I haven’t been totally honest with him? If he knows that I’ve hardwired Hermes to need my laptop and the little dongle I created in order to function, he would be furious. Still, if I had to guess, it would take three or four days for the others in the lab to figure out how I did it, and then maybe another day to bypass my changes.
I always knew it wasn’t a permanent solution, but I didn’t account for Dad simply dropping off the face of the earth in the middle of everything.
A notification pops up. A follow-up from the Watchsmart recruiter, wanting to set up a time to chat about exciting opportunities. I delete it. There’s enough excitement in my life at the moment.
There’s a knock on my door, and when I open it, I find a girl about my age looking back. She has long, honey blonde hair and a friendly face. “Hi! You’re Rory, right?”
I nod.
“I figured, but it seemed polite not to assume,” she says with a laugh. “I’m Mila. We heard that the guys had someone locked away over here and got curious. Come on.”
“Um, I’m not supposed to wander around.”
She laughs. “I get it, but don’t worry, we won’t leave the walls. We’re meeting at Alessa’s and she’s in one of the houses right next door.
“Who’s we?” I ask, following her out.
“Me and the other old ladies. We have a club of our own, sorta. This place can get a little testosterone heavy, you know? So we made the Harem Brunch Club and get together every week or so.”
The what?
After hearing Cherry and the others talk about the old ladies, I’m too fascinated to resist following her out. It’s not that I didn’t notice the houses before, but I didn’t think too much about them until Mila brings me outside and we walk up right over the lawn and up to a small, two story house next to the main building. There’s a well-used swing set between the first two houses, and a small trampoline.