Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Be good,” I murmur.
She nods, breathless.
“Good girl.”
And with that, I head back out into the night to finish chores, knowing she’ll be there flushed and wanting, thinking about us the same way I’ll be thinking about her with every step I take.
Leaving her waiting for me and my brother to come home.
Chapter 27
Joelle
I'm bent over the kitchen sink, gripping the edge with both hands, my thighs trembling so hard it's a wonder I'm still standing.
The butterfly Wade strapped onto me before heading back out hasn't stopped humming for an hour. Not once. Not even when I begged the empty room to give me a minute to breathe.
Three orgasms in, my legs are unsteady, my panties soaked, and every ripple of pleasure makes my breasts throb, aching for hands and mouths that are somewhere else, too goddamned far away on this ranch.
I try to rinse the dishes. I try to stay busy. But the pulsing between my legs pulls me apart. I gasp softly when the vibration peaks again, bracing myself against the counter to remain upright, crying out because I can't hold it in anymore, and that's when the front door opens.
Wade and Caleb are there, shirtless, hair and bodies damp from a rinse at the pump. Relief hits so hard my knees almost give out.
Wade's eyes are dark and sharp, locking onto my body in an instant. "Jo." His voice is rough and teasing. "Why're you standin' like that?"
I swallow a broken little sound. "It—it won't stop… and I can't stop…"
Caleb comes to my side first, brushing my hair from my forehead. "You hurting, sweetheart?"
"No," I whisper. "Not hurting. Just… too much. I need—"
Wade steps in close behind me, sliding a hand along my lower back, thumb stroking slow circles that make my breath shiver. "You need us."
My eyes flutter shut. "Yes."
Wade breathes out through his nose; a low, satisfied sound. "Good. That's what this was about."
Caleb lifts my chin gently. "You could've called for us."
"I didn't want to interrupt your work."
Caleb's mouth curves into a slow, soft smile. "Darlin', don't you realize that would have been the best call of our lives."
The butterfly kicks into a harder pulse, and I gasp, reaching blindly for the nearest body. Caleb catches me, arms circling my waist, steadying me while the vibration tears another shaky moan from my throat.
Wade growls, low and possessive. "Turn around."
I do, trembling.
His hands find the straps at my hips, sliding beneath the fabric of my dress and between my legs, feeling how wet I am, how hot, how close to unraveling.
"Jesus," he mutters. "You're dripping. A heartbeat away from flooding this kitchen."
Caleb positions himself behind me this time, kissing the side of my throat, his breath warm against my skin. "Don't worry, baby. We're gonna take care of you now."
My chest aches full and tight, so when Wade's gaze drops to the damp circles blooming through my bra, something in him snaps.
"You're so full, Joelle," he murmurs.
"I… yes."
Caleb takes my hand, guiding it to his erection. "Then let us fix that first. Then we'll give you what you need."
My bra is undone with gentle hands, and I'm turned, and then Caleb's mouth is on me, easing the pressure with long, steady pulls that make my whole body sag into Wade's chest.
Wade holds me up, murmuring against my ear, "That's it, baby. Let go. We've got you."
I rock against Caleb's mouth helplessly, the relief hitting hard, flooding my nerves with warmth and release.
"That's it. Good girl." Wade continues, his fingers sliding inside me. "Look at how well you feed him. How much he enjoys sucking on you."
Caleb's groan vibrates through my breast when my milk fully lets down, his hands supporting the weight of me, his tongue coaxing more. When he switches sides, my knees buckle completely. Wade catches me under the arms, pulling me into his body, keeping me standing while Caleb drinks and the butterfly continues its pulsing vibrations.
It's too much. Too good. I'm lost between these two rugged cowboys. Lost in these kinks and desires, and I’m finding myself too. I'm not a terrified girl anymore, ashamed of letting sexual feelings back me into difficult life choices. I'm not a girl who's ashamed of the body she developed having her beautiful son. I'm a beautiful, curvy woman, at peace with my shape and size, accepting the fierce desire these two men inspire in me, accepting all of their needs, and relishing how sexy they make me feel.
Wade strokes over my curves, and tears blur my vision. A soft, overwhelmed sound breaks out of me, part pleasure, part relief that I've found these men who are capable of turning me inside out this way, then gently coaxing all my fractured pieces back together with their gentle touches and sweet words.
Caleb finally pulls back, lips glistening, chest rising fast.