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)
It’s almost as distracting as his glistening cock.
“Game’s not over,” Diesel says with a snort.
“Oh no. I lost,” Bull jokes as he stands to pull his own briefs down. “We all know where this is fucking going.”
I gasp when he reveals himself, at least as thick and long as Shrapnel, swollen dark red with virile blood. He looks so hard it has to hurt.
“But I—” But I what? He's right. What did I expect? For someone who prides herself on being smart, I can be pretty freaking dumb.
“Fine, but for the record I think we all won.” Diesel shrugs off his vest, and drops his underwear.
It's like a three-cannon salute, with the three of them around me, cocks in hand.
“So,” Shrapnel says with a cocky grin. “Exactly what are the rules for the mile high club?”
4
RORY
“It’s sex, right?” My whisper is so quiet that it barely carries over the table between us, like someone might hear me all the way at the front of the plane.
A wide, predatory smile spreads on Bull's lips. “Oh, my darling little angel. What counts as sex?” Taking my hand, he pulls me around the table to him and hooks his finger under my chin to make me look up at him. “Fuck, you're beautiful.”
“What? No, I'm just—”
He shuts me up with a kiss.
Holy shit.
Nothing in my past could’ve prepared me for the way his lips lock to mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. He shifts his big hand to cradle the back of my head, his fingertips hard against my scalp as he draws me close. His body moves against mine, naked skin burning hot as he devours me.
Adrenaline floods my veins, and then I just can't get enough of him. My hands slide to his waist and I cling to what I can grab, doing my best to kiss him back. I feel like an amateur trying to play pro sports, but it feels so good that I don't even care. The way his hardness presses into my belly, I think I'm doing okay.
He finally lets up. I'm lightheaded, clinging to him as I draw a deep gasp of air and steady myself against him. “Oh my God.”
“We might be close to heaven, but I’d rather hear my name on your lips.” Diesel pulls me eagerly out of Bull's arms and into his. Making a fist in my hair, he guides me to his mouth. His kiss is different from Bull's, rougher, needier, if that's even possible. His other hand explores my hip, right above my ass, the tips of his fingers slipping into the top of my panties.
“Is this sex?” Bull whispers.
I shake my head.
A third hand settles on my bare waist, callused fingers making little circles while a bare chest presses against my back, sandwiching me between two hard men. Diesel and Shrapnel. If nothing else, I can tell by the nipple rings. And while Diesel is keeping my mouth busy, Shrapnel nibbles down the back and side of my neck, right up to behind my ear. Two men at once is making my brain fizzle.
When my bra suddenly goes slack, I don’t even know who did the honors. I don't know who's where anymore and all I see is the backs of my eyelids while Diesel plunders my mouth. The bra straps are eased down my arms, and I let go of Diesel just long enough to let them slip off my hands. The only thing keeping me from flashing everyone is that my breasts are mashed right up against Diesel's chest. At least until he takes a step back. The bra hits the floor the same moment my eyes pop open to look.
This is going so fast. I should be terrified, trapped in here between three men I barely know. But I'm not actually afraid. It feels like I’m someone else. Not boring old Florence Whittaker who spends too much time with her nose in her laptop, but Rory, the feisty stewardess. Pheromones? Adrenaline? Or just knowing that life is too short and chances like this don’t come around every day. Why not take it all the way?
Join the club.
Shrapnel spins me around and then his lips are on mine. The wiry hair on his chest teases my nipples as he holds me close. His tongue gives chase to mine while the feel of six hands on my body makes my knees go weak.
Kisses dot my shoulder. There are fingers sliding down my spine, the shivers making me arch my back. My ass is squeezed. Two hands slide in between Shrapnel and me to cup my breasts. My nipples are trapped between fingers and rolled, sending delicious sparks of sexual energy rushing into my core.
With all three of them close, I can't keep track of them. Just sinful sensations, touches, nibbles… Did someone just lick my shoulder blade?