Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I was helpless to say anything. I just wanted them with me, felt the lavish sense of being at the center of their considerable attentions. Gentle and strong hands worked the muscles in my back, the length of my legs. I felt so relaxed, almost limp with exhaustion from the ordeal I’d been through. Then Jeremy’s hands on my shoulders turned me onto my back. Darren took my hand and held it, kissed it, took one of my fingertips in his mouth and licked it. I liked how it felt and how being there with all of them made me feel beautiful and powerful. Jeremy gathered me into his arms and kissed me, and I tipped my head back so he had access to my neck. He ran his hand up and down the column of my throat and then held me still for a kiss that devastated me. My fingers gripped Darren’s at the sensuality of the kiss. Jeremy sat up and drew me up into his lap and I straddled his thighs. Behind me, Darren sat up so I could lean back against his chest. He reached around and his fingers dipped into my bra, fondled my breasts. He unfastened the front clasp and my breasts spilled into his waiting hands.
Darren’s big, calloused hands covered my full, pales breasts, kneading and working them, pinching my nipples. Soon that sensation crowded out any second thoughts I might have had. Jeremy was talking to me, kissing me softly, telling me how perfect I was, how he would love to do this all night. He caressed my body, arms, sides, hips, the needy feeling between my legs growing. Having Darren’s hands on me while Jeremy fondled me between my legs was beyond the most intense thing I’d ever felt. Jeremy started to touch me, his long fingers in my slippery folds.
I looked back over my shoulder and kissed Darren’s mouth. Just then Jeremy slid his long finger inside me, and I obligingly grew wetter as his brother kissed me. I pumped my hips back and forth trying in vain for pressure and pace I wanted.
“Slow down, beautiful. We’ve got all night,” Jeremy teased, crooking his finger inside of me and striking some sensitive spot that made all my senses light up. I gasped at the wash of sensation, and Darren’s tongue filled my mouth. Arching my back, I grabbed Jeremy’s shoulder to drag myself up to sit in his lap. His bare skin against mine was warm and smooth, his body lean and perfect beneath me. I touched his jaw, felt the rasp of stubble there.
“Isn’t it time you kissed me?” I said, my voice husky.
Suddenly his mouth was on mine and that dizzying lust ripped through me, the same passion he’d shown me on the sidewalk when he overwhelmed my senses so much that I would have happily crawled in the backseat of the car with him right then and there, work be damned. Now I luxuriated in the kiss, the ebb and flow of it, the way his long fingers traced my spine and twined in my hair. Sweat misted my body as we moved together so naturally. His hand on my hip moved me just enough to let his broad erection rub against that needy spot between my legs. A whoosh of air went out of me at the first stroke and bright spots sailed before my eyes. He rocked against me and grinned against my lips as I started to spasm. Jeremy lifted my hips and buried himself inside me, penetrating me as I came around him. The way he entered me so smoothly and suddenly made me toss back my head. “That feels so good,” I whimpered. He supported my back with his hands, holding all my weight as I arched and rocked, milking every last bit of pleasure from that climax. He thrust inside me and I rode him, trying to move my hips just right to give him the kind of ecstasy he’d shown me. My concentration broke when Rory joined us on the bed.
Rory had stripped off his shirt and his taut fireman’s body crept toward me across the huge mattress. My body responded, clenching at the sight of him, so much raw masculinity. That shiver that ran through me, the way I bit my lip must have been all it took to send Jeremy over the edge. He kissed my mouth as he came. I hadn’t even caught my breath before I reached for Rory. Eagerly, I grabbed his biceps, his mischievous grin melting away when he moved my hair aside to kiss my throat. Sparks sailed through me, and I felt those arms, the same ones that climbed ladders, carried people from burning buildings, wrap around me.
“Don’t worry, Julie,” he said against my mouth, “I know how to maneuver a giant hose.” I snort-laughed and nearly bit him as I giggled. All the laughter left me when he grabbed my legs and dragged me across the mattress to the edge of the bed.