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)
“You’re ours, Joelle,” Wade says, his hand firm on my hip while his brother fucks me. “You hear me. Ours.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, dizzy with pleasure. “Always yours.”
“Flip her,” Wade tells Caleb, and they move me gently. I lie on my back, rose petals clinging to my damp skin. I open my legs for them, unashamed and aching. They take their time with me, tongues and hands, and whispered praise. I’m trembling by the time Wade spreads me open with his fingers as Caleb kisses the inside of my thigh.
When they roll me to my side, it’s with slow care, easing me into the position they crave. Caleb slides into me from the front while Wade presses into me from behind. I’m pinned between their hard bodies, sweat slicked and spread wide, shared between my two cowboys. They’re powerful but gentle, kissing me and touching me as they move inside me, whispering how beautiful I am, how sweet, how perfect. I cling to Caleb’s shoulder as Wade anchors me from behind, keeping us close, keeping me feeling loved as well as claimed. Wade’s hand slides to my throat, anchoring me. Caleb cups my cheek, brushing a thumb over my lip.
Pleasure rises inside me like the tide, swelling with wave after wave of increased sensation until I’m lost, clamping and arching, groaning and twitching between them.
“I’m close,” Caleb gasps.
“Me too,” Wade grits. “On three.”
They don’t count down the seconds, but their rhythm shifts into something deeper and rougher. Their bodies tense, and then they’re spilling into me, their cocks pulsing with release as they fill me with their seed.
“That’s it,” Wade growls, fingers tightening. “Take it, pretty girl. Take it all. Gonna knock you up so good, you’ll be swollen with our baby, and we’ll still want more.”
“Fuck,” Caleb pants. “You feel it? That heat? That’s us. That’s our baby taking root.”
I moan, completely undone, held between them as they pulse inside me. They don’t pull out. Not right away. We stay like that—connected, tangled, complete.
Later, they ease out of me and lie close, one hand on my belly, another wrapped around my waist. Wade strokes my hair. Caleb hums a low, familiar tune, and for a second, I ache for the sweet, quiet days when they’d suckle from me after sex and we’d drift off in each other’s arms.
The room smells like sweat and candle wax, and my body hums with soreness and satisfaction.
I’m not empty. Not anymore.
I’m full of love, of hope, and maybe with a new and precious seed growing inside me.
They press kisses to my stomach, peppering each stretchmark with adoration, then my shoulders, and finally my heart.
“I love you, Jo,” Caleb murmurs.
“Always,” Wade adds.
“Forever,” Caleb echoes.
I close my eyes, surrounded by the men who turned my world on its head and then built me a new one with their bare hands.
This isn’t just love.
This is family.
This is home.
I’m shared by these cowboys, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.