Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
It starts simple. I kiss them in turn, Priest, Colt, Sinner, and with each kiss, it gets a little more involved. It wasn’t a plan exactly, but by the third time around, Sinner’s tongue is chasing mine, and our hands are more exploring than they are comforting.
He pulls back, though he’s sliding a hand up and down my side under my skirt, skin on skin. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his fingertips. “Babe, I know you’re looking for comfort, but if you keep kissing me like that, it’s gonna get harder and harder for me to not make it something more.”
I glance down, and he’s not lying. His well-worn jeans aren’t leaving much to the imagination.
Colt kisses the back of my neck. “Maybe a distraction isn’t the worst idea,” he says with a little laugh. “There are things we can do to relax you.”
“Is it weird?” I glance over my shoulder at him. “I mean, I’m so stressed right now that—”
Colt puts his powerful hands on my shoulders and starts massaging. “If you’re stressed, this usually helps.”
Oh my God. My forehead flops onto Sinner’s shoulder. Colt’s touch is working out knots I didn’t know I had, and filling me with delicious heat in the process. Getting pampered is hot. “You can do that as much as you want. Holy crap.”
“You know, massages work better skin on skin,” Sinner says as he starts working off my dress. It just slips over my head so it doesn’t take much. He chuckles when I raise my arms so he can pull it all the way.
I groan as Colt’s clever hands dig directly into my muscles. “You’re so freaking good at that.”
Fingers that can only belong to Priest brush against the middle of my back, followed by my bra going suddenly slack.
“Hey,” I say in the laziest, most unconvincing protest ever.
Sinner kisses my head as he brushes hair out of my face. “The weight of the shoulder straps can add strain to your knots. He’s just helping.” He hooks a finger between the cups so he can pull the flimsy fabric down my arms.
I snort. “Yes, very convincing.”
Priest starts stroking my breasts. Nothing rough, just teasing the skin, sliding his fingertips over them, making me hiss with surprise each time he detours over a nipple. “It’s been a lot today. All the emotions have to go somewhere.”
I reach a hand down, looking for his fly. “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” He pops his jeans, and suddenly I’ve got a hot cock in my hand. I swirl my fingers around the swollen head, making him draw a sharp breath at the sudden sensation. “How’s that? Does that help?”
“Better,” he says while pulling his shirt up, revealing his broad chest and the devil and angel tattoos on his muscular arms. With my forehead on Sinner’s shoulder, I can watch him out of the corners of my eyes, but mostly I’m exploring by touch. And every time Colt squeezes my shoulders and back, my eyes shut on their own. I’m not opposed to this getting dirty, and I’m sure it will, but man, a good massage goes a long way too.
Priest’s cock feels so powerful between my fingers, and slick now that the precum is starting to leak out. I spread it around the head and down his shaft, loving the heat of him. Wanting to please him, and ease his stress, just like they’re doing for me.
If there was ever any pretense, it’s long gone. Sinner smiles as he pulls up his shirt and throws it aside, revealing both prison pokes and proper tattoos, blended in a tapestry that tells his history in ink. I press a palm against his pec, flicking his hard nipple with my thumb while feeling the thunder of his heartbeat underneath. “Naughty girl,” he teases as he cups my face and leans in. Our lips connect, before we both open to let each other in. He kisses like I’m the only woman in his world.
Colt works his magic down my spine, spreading heat and tingles, lower and lower until he reaches my panties. “Up a little.” As soon as I obey, he pulls them down my thighs and casts them aside.
I roll over between them and find Priest’s cock again, stroking him while I watch Colt and Sinner remove the rest of their clothes, exposing their hard bodies and even harder cocks to me. God, I think I’m salivating. “You’re my own personal strip show.”
Sinner laughs. “Didn’t know we were performing. Should I get dressed again and put on some music?”
I shake my head and turn to get up on my hands and knees, putting my mouth right above Priest’s delicious cock. Parting my knees and arching my back, I’m figuring my invitation is clear enough. Then I suck Priest into my mouth.