Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Yes. She does.” Hook looks up and holds my gaze. “Tell us, beautiful girl. Where do you want Gaeton’s come?”
Sheer lust weighs down my tongue, and it takes me several tries to speak. “My breasts.”
Calculation flickers through Hook’s dark gaze, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s going to make a mess of me tonight. Of all three of us.
I can’t fucking wait.
Hook smacks Gaeton’s hip. “Back.”
It takes a little maneuvering, but we end up with them standing next to the bed, Gaeton bent over and bracing his hands on the mattress, me on my knees before him. He’s tall enough to make it work, and I give myself a moment to just enjoy the sight of his big cock. I give him a stroke, but it’s not right. “Hook.”
I can’t see him, but I don’t have to in order to hear the satisfaction in his voice. “You want to suck him.”
No lies between us. Not tonight. It doesn’t even occur to me to try. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do it.”
I take Gaeton into my mouth and he shudders. Whether it’s from my tongue against the underside of his cock or the fact that Hook’s resumed brutally fucking him, I have no idea. It doesn’t matter. As Hook said, this is comfort.
I lose myself in sucking Gaeton’s cock. I’ve had some practice, but it’s still a hell of a job, and my jaw begins to ache. His rough curse brings me up short. “Tink, now.”
I barely get my mouth off him in time. He comes across my chest in great spurts and, holy shit, it feels dirty and decadent and oh so wrong. I shiver a little and give him one last stroke before I slump back against the mattress.
The position gives me an idea, though. I run one hand over Gaeton’s thick thigh and reach between their spread legs with my other to cup Hook’s balls. His strangled curse makes me smile.
At least until his voice lashes me. “Gaeton, on the bed. Tink, on your feet.”
I scramble to obey. I’m sticky and a little sore, but we’re not through yet. Hook tumbles Gaeton onto the mattress on his back and grips me by the back of my neck. Not hard enough to hurt, but a steadying rock-solid contact. He moves closer behind me, not quite enough to touch, but I swear I can feel the heat rolling off his body. “Are you sated, beautiful girl?”
Again, it doesn’t even register that I should lie. “No.” I lick my lips. “I don’t know if I ever will be.” Not when it comes to everything Hook seems determined to give me. I want to soak up his attention, his touch, his love until it fills me to the brim and chases away the last of the shadows lingering in my soul.
He gives my neck a light squeeze and lifts his voice. “And you, Gaeton?”
The big man stretches and gives a lazy grin that always means he’s up to no good. “Dawn’s a long way off yet.”
Hook taps my jaw. “You can play for a minute. Make it count.”
No mistaking his meaning. I crawl onto the bed and kneel between Gaeton’s thighs. A quick glance over my shoulder shows Hook walking into the bathroom, likely to clean up. Anticipation zings through me, the feeling only getting stronger as I lean down and take Gaeton into my mouth. He’s easier to manage now that he’s not hard, and I take my time exploring him with my tongue. Enjoying myself.
It doesn’t take long before his cock hardens. Gaeton always did have the stamina of a bull. I look up to find him lacing his hands behind his head and watching me with hooded eyes. “You look happy, Tink.”
I don’t bother to reply. He might just be running his mouth. It’s also possible that he’s testing for information. I don’t think Gaeton would pull some shit like that, but we live in strange times.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t seem to need a response. His gaze follows my lips as I suck him deep. “He’s good for you. You’re good for him, too.”
That’s about enough of that. I rise off his cock enough to frown at him. “Do you want a blow job or do you want to wax poetic about my potential relationship status?”
“Nothing potential about it.” He jerks his chin to my hand fisted around his cock, the diamond twinkling obscenely in the lamp light. “You’re married now, Tink. Call me sentimental, but I’d like to think you’re happily married.”
“Is there any such thing in our world?” I don’t know why I’m entertaining this. Hook will be back any second, and this is not part of the scene.
Or maybe it is and I’m just skittish enough to want to avoid it.
Gaeton chuckles. “Don’t ask me. I’m shit at relationships. Only one I ever wanted went down in flames because she couldn’t choose.” He shakes his head. “That’s some fucked up shit.”