Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Fuck.
Her tits rise and fall with the rapid pace of her breathing as I position myself. I hook my hands around her raised thighs, so she doesn't slip away, and then push myself deep. She moans, Lyle moans, and I fucking growl as I'm enveloped by her tightness. With both of us in her, we can hardly move.
Honor squirms and rolls her hips. Jesus, it's to get more, not to get away. I haven't even started fucking her yet, but already she's working herself up and down our cocks like she can't get enough of them. It only makes me want to take her harder.
I drive myself into her, filling her with all I've got. Lyle does the same from below. "Nate, don't just stand there. Fuck her mouth."
He's probably not getting a world-class blowjob with all the distractions, but I've never been so fucking turned on in my life. The four of us have never been so fucking close as we are right now, and it's making my brain hurt. Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I'm not going to let her seduce me like this. To fool me, to make me think that after all these years, everything's all right. Like she didn't leave us. Am I the one who's fucking wrong here?
It's time to end it.
She's arching her back and struggling against her ties. Her breathing is rapid and ragged. Her flush tones go all the way down from her face to her soft thighs, and she's working her hips like she wants to swallow us whole. When I put my fingers on her slippery clit, it's just the final touch. She goes taut, her muscles standing out as she strains. She comes like an explosion, like a tidal wave washing over all four of us, her scream muffled by Nate's cock.
She clenches around me, and I know I won't fucking last. Can't last. She's too much. For Lyle, too, as he drives himself deep and groans. A moment later, I follow, pushing all the way in and letting go while her spasms milk me dry. Nate groans, and I think he loses it too. I keep rubbing her clit, trying to make this moment last because this is it. I know it is.
I can't fucking do this anymore. If we keep this up, we're never going to be able to quit, and where would that leave me? Fucking her angry, every day, while trying to forget everything I'm angry about?
"Sparrow!"
It takes a long moment before I realize Honor just said something. "What?"
"Sparrow!"
More processing, before I finally realize what it is. The safeword.
Fuck.
I let go and pull out. "What's wrong? Jesus."
She rolls off Lyle while Nate rushes to undo the belt and free her hands, then curls up in a ball. "I... I can only come so much. Too much." Then, as if there's not a shred of tension in the room, she giggles. "If you guys keep doing this, you'll kill me. But what a way to go."
It's a moment before Nate chuckles, blowing out a relieved breath. He settles on the bed next to her and runs his hands through her hair. "We'd never hurt you."
Lyle laughs along and rolls on his side to spoon her, wrapping her up in his arms. "Never," he whispers into her ear.
Are they even listening to themselves? "Never? Ever?" Instead of staying on the bed with them, I stand up and start looking for my clothes. "This ends tomorrow. Fuck, we should just end it now. We've gotten our money's worth. This is it."
"What?" Honor pushes Lyle aside so she can sit up and glare at me. It's hard to ignore the sexy flush still covering her gorgeous tits, but I force myself to meet her accusing gaze. She’s proud, unfazed by her nudity, even if sexy times are over and done with. "Still? All you see in this is the financial transaction. Am I just a piece of property to you? Something you can discard. I thought we were more than that now."
"More, how?" I throw my hands out. "What do you expect from us? Instant forgiveness because you're a hot fuck? Do you want me to fawn all over you as Nate and Lyle do? Some of us still have our heads screwed on. I will never forgive Victoria for running, leaving us to deal with the fallout. Leaving me to protect these two idiots." I turn to make sure she sees the scars on my back before picking up my dress shirt from the chair.
I want her to imagine every lash I took and feel the guilt.
"I was a kid. You don't know what Dick-Ass was—"
"So were we, Honor. Fucking kids. And she—both of you—left us with him. Me, I could fucking take it, but Nate and Lyle? It was bad when you were there, but once you left? We—" I stop. Why am I spilling all of this onto her? She doesn't fucking deserve it. Our lives are our own , and now that this business is just about over, it's none of her goddamn business. "Fuck this. Nate. Lyle. We're leaving. Tonight is the last night. Never mind tomorrow. I’ll let the escrow know to release your funds. Your mom ran out with our dad’s money, and I hope you enjoy spending ours. I hope that the money gets you all the happiness you deserve from it. Have a nice life."