Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Heat flooded through me at the memory. “Yes, but—”
“Then you’ll do fine,” Kai said.
“But what’s the other lesson tonight?”
Asher squeezed my thigh, his fingers curving around between my legs and sliding higher. He bit down on my earlobe, harder than I expected, and spoke in a soft, silky growl.
“We’ll let you know once you’ve mastered dirty talk.”
21
ZOE
I sat between them, my heart pounding, not really knowing how to get started. But then I remembered—Asher and Kai were the teachers. They’d let me know what to do. So I just waited, trying to still my racing pulse.
They were both still stroking my inner thighs, and it felt so good. Their hands were warm and strong, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare skin. I leaned back against the sofa, both excited and a little nervous about what would come next.
Asher put his hand on my stomach on top of the shirt. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Did you know this is my shirt?”
“I thought it probably was,” I said.
“How does it feel against your skin?”
“Good. I like the way it feels.” The cotton was soft, worn in, comfortable.
“Does it smell like me?” he asked.
I took a breath, trying to catch his scent through the fabric. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Every time I’m near you, you smell like a different cooking spice.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my side. “Fair enough.”
He slid his hand up to where the shirt parted right over my bra. He looked me in the eye when he undid another button, but he didn’t part the material yet. He just held my gaze and said, “I think it might look better like this. What do you think?”
“Okay,” I breathed.
But now I was starting to get worried. I wanted to be with them, to do things with them, but I didn’t think I could handle being undressed right there while they touched me and examined my body. Not with all three of them able to see every flaw, every imperfection.
I looked at Landon, wondering if he was going to stop it. Overrule it like he had with the socks.
But he just got up, and my heart sank.
He was leaving. He was disgusted with me, with what we were doing. I wanted to call back to him as he turned away, but that wouldn’t be fair to Kai and Asher. Landon had made it clear he didn’t want to be part of this, and I just had to accept that even though it hurt.
But he didn’t head down the hallway.
He stopped along the far wall and pulled the chain on a little wall sconce. Then a lamp. He went to turn out the kitchen light too, and pretty soon the only light was from the fire.
It looked magical, the soft glow flickering around the room. It made me feel more secure.
Two very sexy men were next to me, touching me, but they wouldn’t be able to stare at me as if I were under a spotlight. Because of Landon. Because he always supported me, even when he didn’t approve of my choices.
I wanted to tell him thank you, but I wasn’t even sure if he was going to stay.
To my immense relief, he did. He went back to his armchair where he sat, one ankle crossed over his knee. He wasn’t looking directly at us, but he also wasn’t staring off into the fire either. I could barely make out his features but knowing he was there made me braver somehow.
Asher was still waiting, his hand closed, holding the shirt—his shirt—and I nodded.
He let go, and it gaped open, showing more of my black lace bra.
“Nice,” Kai said in my ear.
“Time for a pop quiz,” Asher said, his voice taking on a professor-like tone that should have annoyed me but instead sent heat pooling between my legs. “Did you like seeing me in a towel in the sauna?”
“Yes,” I said, closing my eyes.
Then I moaned as his fingers slipped into the opening in the shirt and trailed along the edge of my bra.
“Were you watching to see if I was hard?”
“Yes,” I said again, my face flushing at the admission.
“Did you hope I’d take off the towel?”
I hesitated. I wasn’t sure of the answer—or maybe I was, but I didn’t know if I could admit it.
But Asher seemed to understand. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You can be attracted to someone even if you’re not getting along with them at the moment. I felt the same way.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. I kept hoping your towel would slip off. I thought about how much I wanted to lower you down onto a bench and lick the sweat and steam off your breasts.” His fingers echoed his words, easing inside my bra cup and teasing my nipple, pinching it and making it even harder. “I wanted to draw your nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them until you begged me to fuck you.”