Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Jerome covers her nipple with his mouth, all three of us eating at her, her husband and Mr. Kenmont standing off to the right, watching us have fun.
Flicking her top lip with my tongue, I tip my eyes up, finding Dallas.
His jacket, his shirt, his tie…They’re gone. He stands there, his wrists secured behind his back to a steel pole, his tattoo blazing at the top of his shoulder. With his head bowed, he watches the topless attendant dressed in only a sarong dust his torso with glitter.
What the hell is he doing? Women approach, one of them pushing up on her toes to whisper in his ear. I open my mouth, going still as Mrs. MacLeod gnaws at me with her mouth, and I watch Dallas nod, softly smiling down at Mrs. Taylor.
Micah’s head bobs under my hand as he sucks on Sarai, and I watch someone else graze the back of her hand down Dallas’s stomach. Brushing over the dips of his abs, she lowers her fingers to his groin, gripping the ridge of his cock that presses through his nice black pants.
I harden under Mrs. MacLeod’s ass, moan as I slide my tongue in her mouth and kiss her hard.
Two other women circle him, touching him, fawning all over his chest. His eyes find mine, and I hold his gaze like there is an invisible thread between us as I curl my fingers into Sarai’s hair.
Then, the link is broken. Dropping his stare, he zeroes in on the back of Micah’s head, and it’s a moment before I realize Micah is massaging my legs as he eats out the girl.
I stop breathing. Dallas…
I…
Dallas yanks his arms, fighting the restraints, and he must’ve told the attendant not to tie him too tightly, because, in a moment, he’s free.
He charges over to me, and I stop kissing the girl as he shoves Jerome and Micah away. “Move,” he growls.
Sarai sucks in a breath, but he takes my now free hand and fits my fingers to her clit. “Two fingers,” he tells me, positioning the pads of my index and middle fingers over her wet pussy. “Feel that?”
He hovers over me, leaning his other hand into the back of the couch. He moves my fingers in little circles, getting me to rub her hard little nub. Fire spreads from his gentle fingers, up my arm.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She lifts her gaze to him, as instructed, but he’s not talking to her. I can’t even blink as I stare into his green pools.
He breathes hard and so do I, and my nerves relax even as my pulse races, warming my blood and making everything in my stomach feel so incredible.
“Listen to how she responds,” he whispers.
His warm breath lands on my lips, and together we rub soft circles over her, hearing her panting get faster. Reaching behind us with one hand, she claws at the back of my neck.
“There it is.” He gazes at me, the heat of his skin making my groin swell. “That’s the rhythm.”
My hard-on begs to stretch under her ass, but I’m not moving her. I’m not stopping this, his fucking amazing smile still making me hot in the way no one else’s ever did.
It’s funny that out of five fucking Jaeger boys, he’s the only one I was attracted to. They were all good-looking, but there was just something about the way his attention feels. You want him to want you.
“You got it,” he pants, letting me go as he slips his fingers inside of her.
She arches her back. “Oh, God.”
But we’re not watching her. “Keep going,” he begs me.
I roll my fingers as he slides his in and out, and it almost feels like the girl isn’t here.
Then, a glint hits his eyes.
“You were always a fast learner, Ames,” he taunts. “Is this how you’re going to touch Clay?”
Cold seeps into my chest, but I don’t falter. Jerome and Micah stand nearby, waiting for my signal to intervene if necessary.
Dallas narrows his eyes. “Is this what you were going to do to my sister on that cruise before I took you for myself?”
When he took me for himself…
Everyone around us can hear, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acting embarrassed.
“You know,” he continues, “I was just angry enough to fuck you that first night, but anger didn’t keep me coming back.”
That night in the woods. I was a fucking mess when I got home, but I never loved seeing mud on my shower floor as much as I did then.
“I loved peeling off your four-hundred-dollar shirts and your nine-hundred-dollar shoes,” he tells me, “and replacing your scent of cologne and expensive car leather with the scent of me. I loved stripping you down and watching you spill.” He smiles, two inches from my mouth. “It made me feel so powerful. Fucking you was fifteen hundred times more sacred than whatever shit goes on in this place.”