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)
Like he understands this is Maddox’s way of communicating with me, Riggs scoots back to the pillows at the head of the bed, his legs outstretched and dick half-erect, letting Maddox have me. But he keeps his eyes focused on the action, watching closely and caring for us from inches away. Maddox lunges for Riggs’s nightstand, coming back with a condom that he quickly sheathes himself in.
With no mercy, he takes my tender ass in a clawed grip and slams into me, balls-deep, in one stroke. The spanking must be some sort of witchcraft, because I’m absolutely soaked, my body ready for him, even if my mind hasn’t fully gotten on board.
I cry out, not from pain but from pleasure. I don’t know how that’s possible when his fingertips are bruisingly tight and he’s instantly savagely fucking me, not giving me a chance to adjust to his invasion. But it is possible, because it’s happening. My whole body is alight with building desire for more, more, more as I writhe from his onslaught.
In contrast to Maddox’s ferocity, I feel Riggs’s tender touch brushing my hair out of my face. I pry my eyes open to find his lips lifted in a pleased smirk. “You’re so fucking perfect, pretty girl. Taking him like that.”
God, his sweetness only makes Maddox’s crudeness hotter. Calling me pretty and perfect while Maddox rails me like a rutting animal highlights his own twisted thinking, but with the way he’s staring at me, I believe him. I do feel pretty, though perfect is a harder target for me to find.
I hear Maddox spit and then feel pressure at my asshole. I make a noise—of rejection? of acceptance? I don’t know—and I think I look to Riggs for an answer—but somehow, Maddox already knows. His thumb presses in the slightest bit and my body goes up in flames.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “I’m coming.” I don’t know if I’m telling them or just in shock that it’s happening again.
“Yes,” Maddox hisses. “I can feel you, Princess.” He adjusts his grip on my flesh and the fresh bite of his touch sends me spiraling more. Or again. I don’t know at this point.
My body goes wild, spasming like I’m fighting Maddox, but I’m not. I want it all. There’s a bite at my scalp as Riggs pulls my hair, pinning me in place for his friend, and darkness overtakes my vision as I plunge into bliss.
Maddox roars, and though there’s a condom between us, I swear I can feel the heat of his cum filling me as he slams into me over and over. It’s probably just a filthy fantasy, but it’s still sexy as hell and I squeeze my inner muscles, wanting every drop.
When Maddox pulls out me, carefully taking the condom with him, I collapse to the bed on my stomach, spent but still vibrating on a seemingly cellular level. Riggs runs his palm over my head, essentially petting me. I crack an eye, peering up at him, and find him smiling at me softly, his eyes searching my face like he might find the answers to the universe written in my smeared makeup. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I answer.
It feels like a deeply meaningful conversation, maybe because of what just happened or maybe because of everything that’s happened tonight. No, everything that’s happened since he walked up to that bar two months ago.
You felt what that was. You feel what this could be.
The words ring out in my mind, along with my confession that I do feel it. That doesn’t mean I know what to do about it, though. As good and right as this feels when it’s just the three of us, there’s a whole world outside those doors. I can’t seriously expect to waltz into a family dinner with two men, no matter how normal Riggs and Maddox are trying to make it seem. Nor can I go to hockey games as their plus-one, sitting on the sidelines and cheering for both of them. As Samantha reminded me, I’m Kayla Harrington and I have an entire life built around my last name. I can’t risk it all for this. Can I?
Maddox reappears with a towel and gently cleans between my legs, temporarily washing away my impending panic in the process. Then, he says the most magical words I’ve ever heard. “We have a hot tub out back if you want to ease any sore muscles.”
My whole body feels numb and overstretched in a good way. It’s my heart—and probably my mind—that mostly needs some attention, and I don’t think a hot tub is going to help that. But I still smile and push up from the bed. “That sounds divine.”
MADDOX
Iknew she’d stay for dinner. I hoped she’d stay for more after, and she did, which lifted me inside more than she could ever guess. And after the hot tub, we stay up for hours, doing nothing that seems particularly important. We watch a movie, throwing popcorn at the television when the bad guys come on-screen. We talk about hockey a lot, and Kayla seems genuinely interested in hearing our tales from the ice, though it’s obvious she isn’t really a fan… yet. We sleep, all together in my oversized bed because Riggs’s sheets need a toss in the washing machine.