Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Apologize.
Start the first steps to try to make things right between us.
Fucking is only the gateway, the path to soften Harlow enough that she’ll actually listen to me instead of shutting me out. Even with that, we’re still a long way off.
With that in mind… I slow down.
22
Harlow
I can’t think. Can’t move. Can’t do more than take the pleasure that Abel and Eli deal to me in wave after wave. My toes feel like they’re permanently curled. My body is shaking, both from exertion and from the orgasm hanging just out of reach. I just need a little more. Just a little more, and I know it’ll blow the top of my head off.
But Eli is slowing down.
I yank on his hair, but he’s too strong to be moved until he’s ready to. My breath sobs out. “Eli, please. Stop teasing me.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs against my pussy.
Beneath me, Abel stills. “So it’s like that?”
“Yeah, it’s like that.”
Abel gives a rough chuckle. “In that case, time to move things along.” He lifts me and eases me off his cock, and I can’t help an involuntary sound of protest. Without his cock inside me, I feel so fucking empty, I can’t stand it.
I curse them both. “I’m so close.”
Abel kisses my temple. “Eli’s still apologizing, sweetheart. Let him do the work.” He eases out from beneath me and carefully sets me on the bed.
Eli barely pauses in eating me out, following me down and pushing my legs wider yet. He can get focused when we’re fucking, but this feels like another level entirely. Surely it’s all for show. No matter what Abel’s projecting about Eli using his mouth to apologize without words, I know Eli. There’s no way he thinks he’s wrong when it comes to how things played out. He barely looks in the past for faults, not when he’s always been so focused on the future. Plotting and planning.
That’s what this is. That’s what it has to be.
Eli nips my thigh hard enough to make me flinch. His hazel eyes seem darker than normal, and I’m not entirely sure I can blame the shadows in the room for it. He holds my gaze as he licks the aching spot, soothing it with his tongue. “Stay with me, Harlow.”
Layers upon layers beneath those words. Or maybe I’m just a fool for this man and hearing what I desperately want to hear. They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome, but I can’t help the hope that blossoms in my chest. “I’m here,” I whisper.
Abel half drags me farther up the bed until I’m nearly pressed against the headboard. Eli, of course, follows me without hesitation. He shoves his tongue into my pussy as Abel moves down the bed, stroking a hand along the center of Eli’s back until he gets to his hips. A little urging, and Eli shifts up onto his knees, putting his ass in the air.
Abel squeezes Eli’s ass. “Ready?”
Eli barely lifts his head enough to say, “Yeah.”
Abel hesitates, his gaze on the back of Eli’s head between my thighs, but he finally smacks Eli’s ass. “Get your tongue out of her pussy long enough to answer a few questions.”
Eli chuckles against me, making me moan. He drags his mouth across my thigh. “What questions?”
If he could see the way Abel looks at him, I don’t know if he’d be laughing, even a little. Abel looks at Eli like he wants to tattoo his name on Eli’s very soul. It’s similar to how Abel looks at me when we’re fucking but even more intense. He squeezes Eli’s ass again, parting his cheeks. “You’ve done this recently?”
Eli finally pauses and lifts his head. “It’s not like you to be coy, Abel. If you want to ask if you can pound my ass, then fucking ask.”
Abel clenches his jaw, but it’s not in anger. It’s in barely restrained need. Fuck, he’s thought about this a lot, hasn’t he? I don’t have the breath to ask, and even if I did, I wouldn’t. This moment feels like we’re poised on the brink of something. One wrong word, one hasty action, and we’ll tumble down the wrong side and ruin everything.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, and I’m going to do it rough. Can you handle it?”
Eli’s breath shudders against my thigh. “Yes.”
I half expect Abel to question him, but he takes Eli at his word. “Harlow’s pussy is looking needy. Get to work.”
Eli doesn’t need to be told twice. He loops his arms under my legs and presses his hands to my lower stomach, holding me in place as he ravishes me with his mouth. It’s intense, but so is the way Abel watches us for a moment, a possessive little smile pulling at the edges of his lips. As if we’re his in truth and he’s pleased with how Eli’s working me.