Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Both of them. It’s still an insane idea, wrong on so many levels and breaking so many rules for someone like me, but I want it anyway. I want them desperately—Riggs’s sure touch and gentle stretch that make me feel worshiped and powerful, Maddox’s rough, take-charge attitude that fires me up while also demanding that I let go of control. I have dreamed of them, fantasized about them, and now, I’m with them again.
My mind’s on what’s to come—hopefully me, several times! So I don’t pay too much attention as they walk me around the house. It’s a living room, there are couches. It’s a gym, there’s a treadmill and a huge weight training area with enough steel to make a small car. Granted, everything is gorgeous, with fancy finishes and designer-curated details, but all I notice is the hungry look on Maddox’s face and the dark intensity in Riggs’s eyes.
Until we stop. Riggs and Maddox seem hesitant for the first time.
“What?” I ask unsurely, glancing from one to the other.
“Hold on,” Maddox whispers out of the side of his mouth, his eyes unwavering from Riggs’s. “We’re deciding which room we’re going to, his or mine.” He lifts his brows, challenging his best friend, and I peer between them, insanely interested to see how they settle disagreements. The battle is silent, like they’re speaking telepathically, but I’ve seen this type of communication before—with my brothers. It’s a sign of closeness, of respect, of knowing the other as well as you know yourself, and it’s… sweet, a word I would never use to describe the two men in front of me.
“This way,” Riggs finally says, steering me down a hallway.
“Who won?” I whisper, taking his hand but also slipping my other one behind my back for Maddox to grasp, but I think I already know.
Honestly, I’m a bit surprised. Riggs, for all his self-ascribed asshole tendencies, seems more easygoing sexually, and I would’ve expected the bossy Maddox to demand that we go to his room instead.
“We all will,” Maddox assures me. “But we’re going to Riggs’s room. He’s desperate for you—needs you on his tongue, on his cock, in his bed.”
I think what Riggs needs is to know that what he told me about Eliza hasn’t changed what I think of him and his approach in the bedroom. That I don’t consider him some sort of monster who’d hurt me, especially when that couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s more caring than most, attentive to my responses, and takes his time, seeming to enjoy the foreplay as much as, if not more than, the actual act. I squeeze his hand reassuringly and press a tiny kiss to his shoulder blade, enjoying the way his breathing hitches slightly as he admits his desire silently.
“And you don’t need me?” I tease, glancing back over my shoulder to find Maddox staring at my ass, which I know looks fabulous in my custom-tailored dress thanks to my Pilates workout regimen. This ass should be admired… and kissed.
“I want to punish you for running out on us and making us all wait for what we want.”
Punish? Me?
Oh, hell no. That’s not the way I… fuck. That’s not the language I would typically use, even in my own mind. I prefer to think of myself as a bit classier than that. But I remember what we did in that hotel room, and I know what I want tonight, and it’s not lovemaking, nor is it sex. I want Riggs and Maddox to fuck me. I want to fuck them too.
So instead of telling Maddox that he will most definitely not be punishing me, I decide to play along. But merely to craft a more targeted response, I assure myself. “How do you intend to do that?”
“Goon you until you come so hard you make a complete and utter mess of me, Riggs, his bed, and yourself. Smack your ass until it’s pink and hot and my hand stings when I grip your hips as I slam you down on my cock. Make you take Riggs first because while he’ll stretch that pretty pussy so good, I’m the one you need to be scared of tonight, Princess.” He says it all so matter-of-factly, like it’s all a foregone conclusion.
I should scoff or laugh at his audacity, but a shiver runs down my spine. Instead of some witty, sharp-tongued comeback, I find myself wanting all of that to the point that I’m nearly shoving Riggs down the hallway so he’ll get us there faster and not caring about Maddox’s arrogant smirk that says he knows his words turned me on.
The bedroom I’m led to is simple but dramatic, with black walls, white bedding, and cognac-colored accents. There are touches of green in several plants around the space, and I vaguely wonder if they’re real or fake. Still, for as classic as it is, I can tell that this is Riggs’s suite by how comfortable he is. In contrast, Maddox is looking around like he’s unfamiliar with the room.