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)
I don’t even know where one ends and the other begins anymore, just that the two of them sliding in and out of me together is the most overwhelming thing I’ve felt in my life, in the best way possible.
Colt climbs up on the couch, stroking himself right in front of my face. I smile up at him while I brace myself against Priest’s shoulders. “Round two?”
“If you’re game. Your mouth was looking real empty.” He grins hopefully.
I wet my lips, then open for him.
All three of my men fuck me at once, filling me… well everywhere. And it feels amazing. Like we’re all one, connected in the most basic, fundamental way. Joined in pleasure. I feel like my first orgasm was just here, but there’s another one knocking, and it’s going to happen whether I let it in or not. Goosebumps rise on my arms, and my already racing heart seems to find a new level to climb to. Priest and Sinner rock me together, and I do my best to please Colt with my mouth. The way he groans, I think I’m succeeding.
The room echoes with moans and the wet sounds of sex. Of flesh hitting flesh and my guttural groans as Priest and Sinner bottom out at once. Everyone is nearing their finish line, and it’s just a question of what order it will happen in.
Turns out that I’m the one who wins the race. The salty flavor of Colt, and the stretch of Sinner and Priest all have me teetering on the edge, but when Sinner reveals that he’s still got my vibrator, which he sneaks in between me and Priest so it’s right up against my clit, I don’t have a chance. With a scream, I go over, trembling between them like I’m having a seizure. Does an orgasm count? It definitely feels that way.
I lose sense of who I am as I completely unravel between them. Colors on the backs of my eyelids, fire burning me up from inside, going tight like a steel wire, my back arching and my toes curling. And the tighter I get, the bigger they all feel inside me, and the louder my moans get. Colt grabs my head to keep me steady, gripping the base of his cock and helping it along with firm strokes while he keeps the head in my mouth. I try to keep my tongue on him, but it’s a losing battle when my mind is being blown.
I’m still shaking when Priest and Sinner groan together and swell at the same time. They throb together as they both come inside me. I push my ass back, trying to keep them both. And then Colt follows suit, coming to his second finish of the afternoon. His cum spills over my tongue and I swallow eagerly. I can’t believe there’s so much when he’s already gone one round, but there is.
We collapse on the bed, finding our own spots to recover. I reach out, finding Colt and Priest, just with my hands, just touching their thigh and arm, while my feet are up in Sinner’s lap. He breathes heavily and runs his fingers up and down my shins. “Feel better?”
I let out a little laugh. “I do. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do tomorrow, but I’m too worn out to be angry. I think that was the definition of fucked silly.”
Priest finds my breast, but only traces the outline of it. “Yeah, gonna need a little time to build the fury back up. But, there’s nothing we can do until tomorrow anyway. Fuck, I’m hungry. You guys wanna order something?”
It takes a while before we actually gather ourselves enough to get dressed again and place an order, but when we’re all seated around the kitchen island, eating Chinese food with chopsticks out of cardboard boxes and chatting casually, I’m once again reminded of how this feels so much like the kind of family I never had.
Sometimes you love the family you’re born with, and sometimes you have to find a family to love.
Love is a very big word, and not one I dare say out loud yet, but it’s bubbling scarily close to the surface.
29
Chapter 29 - Priest
I’m at the club early, but when Jackal sent me a message letting me know Axel had showed up to meet with us, I slipped out of the bedroom without waking the rest, leaving them to sleep before even more shit hit the fan.
I know Quinn has every fucking right to meet with her brother, but me and him are gonna have a talk first, and I prefer that we do it in private. The rest can catch up afterwards.
Jackal comes out of the side entrance to meet me. “He’s in the barracks, first floor meeting room. Riot’s keeping an eye on him, but my impression was that he’s a friendly. Hope I was on the right track. We disarmed him first, of course, but he didn’t give us any trouble.”