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)
I nod mindlessly and Riggs begins to thrust into me, staying deep with tiny little strokes that make me crazed.
They work in tandem this time, giving me careful strokes at the same time, and before long, Maddox has added a second finger. “You think you’re ready?”
Instead of answering, I reply, “Are you?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not. I’m probably gonna come before I even get inside you,” he admits.
“Could you two get on with it before I come while you’re mid-conversation?” Riggs hisses, his resolve clearly weakening.
I laugh lightly and Riggs grabs my hips hard, his fingers digging sharply into the flesh to stop me. He cracks one eye, glaring at me as Maddox steps away to grab a condom from his slacks. “Yep, just one itty-bitty, teeny-tiny moment.”
I like this. It’s hot and sexy, intense and powerful, but not serious. We’re having fun torturing each other.
Maddox’s sheathed crown notches at my ass and I freeze, sobering in a blink. “Be still for me, Princess.”
Riggs cups my face, pulling my mouth to his to distract us both with a kiss. His tongue teases along the seam of my lips, demanding entry, and I sigh as I let him in, trying to relax for Maddox. He pushes in steadily, retreats the slightest bit, only to push in more with the next stroke. The stretch is painful, but in a good way, like I’m learning something new my body is capable of.
When I feel Maddox’s hips against my ass, I know I’ve done it. The accomplishment feels every bit as important as my first deal at Blue Lake, or the first time I introduced myself as the Vice President of Acquisitions, or any other firsts I’ve had in my life.
“I’m gonna move, but we’ll go slow. Baby steps,” Maddox tells me.
He and Riggs begin to move, being intentionally gentle as they fill me over and over. The sense of fullness is like nothing I’ve ever dreamed of, not only physically but emotionally. There’s something about being pressed against Riggs’s overly warm body, his eyes filled with tenderness and steadily locked on me, and his cock deep inside my pussy that makes me feel safe and comfortable. Like I’m home. And there’s something about Maddox’s tight grip on the fleshy globes of my butt as he fucks my ass that makes me feel wild and free. Like I can do anything.
It's perfect. It’s exactly what I never knew I needed.
Maddox said baby steps like he was reassuring me that he’d be careful. Like this is an experiment to be tentative about. But it doesn’t feel like we’re being hesitant. Or at least I’m not. I feel like I’ve fallen head over heels, whole-heartedly cannonballing into this thing with them and thriving under their attention.
Some people will think me greedy for wanting both of them to myself, but with my heart and my body so wonderfully full, I can’t imagine it any other way.
Riggs wraps his arms around my waist, holding me still. “Let us fuck you. Let us love you.”
My eyes jerk open, meeting his in surprise, but he doesn’t correct himself. He doesn’t try to blow it off as sex talk. I can see it the depths of his dark eyes. He means it. He wants to love me. Maybe he already does.
And more than the fullness of them inside me at the same time, the idea that we can be this magically complete circle of love is what has me shattering for them. I cry out, not in pain and not in pleasure, but in relief. I’m never going to be alone again. I have Riggs and Maddox with me, in my heart and in my soul.
They piston faster and faster, unleashing on me roughly and wildly, and I accept them just as they are, the same way they accept me.
When they roar out their releases, it triggers another one inside me too.
Tonight is the night everything changed, in more ways than one.
My phone rings in the dark hours of the early morning and I reach across Riggs to silence it. But when I see Cole’s name on the screen, I answer quietly, instantly worried that something’s wrong with Emmett or Janey. “Hang on.”
Climbing out of my bed without disturbing my two slumbering, giant bookends is difficult, but I manage to get to the living room without waking them.
“Sorry, everything okay?” I ask, still keeping my voice down. “What time is it?”
“Just after six,” Cole replies. “I’m guessing you haven’t been online yet?”
“No, I was asleep like a normal person at six in the morning.” To be fair, it’s not that early and my alarm goes off in thirty minutes to get ready for work. “What’s going on?”
He’s not panicking the way he would if something happened to his beloved wife and son, and he’s asking about online stuff, so I’m thinking the stock market crashed overnight or Kyle’s mugshot from when he was eighteen got leaked… again.