Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
A moment later, I'm in there with him, and his strong hands are sliding all over me, exploring me like he's blind and wants to memorize every part of me. He cups my breast, puts a hand on my hip and pulls me against him. He's hard, pressing into the middle of my back. There's a cool spot—the piercing maybe?
“Fuck, I hate that I waited so fucking long for this,” he growls into my ear while running a washcloth over me, soaping me up and rinsing me off. There's something so intimate about being washed by someone else, and while he's making sure I'm clean all over, I take the opportunity to do my own exploration of the sleek lines and powerful planes that make up his masterpiece of a body.
I take his length between my fingers, remembering how it felt last time, stroking him lazily while watching out for the piercing. He moans softly into my ear, but there's nothing soft about the way his fingers dig into my hips.
As soon as we're clean, he's pulling me out of the shower and toweling me down so vigorously I'm glowing. Then he drops the towel right on the floor and grabs my hand. “Come.” He pulls me back to the bedroom.
“Wait, my clothes—”
“You think anyone out there is wearing anything?”
It takes a moment before I realize what he means. “Oh. But…”
“Do you remember rule three?”
“Um… don’t point—no. Don’t rest my finger on the trigger?”
He grins. “No, do what I fucking say.”
Well, if I wasn't glowing red from his toweling, I definitely am now.
Turns out they're still dressed, at least partially. Thunder and Lightning have their shirts and boots off, and are just starting to unbutton their jeans, their matching dragon tattoos stretching across their broad torsos. And Shadow's in the process of peeling his shirt off. I guess they heard us get out of the shower.
The smoldering looks that all of them send my way make me pretty certain that my clothes would've lasted like a millisecond anyway, but I still cover my breasts as well as I can with one arm while I put my hand between my legs like they’re not all about to see it. Outlaw doesn't seem to care whatsoever that he's parading around without a thread on, and furiously hard at that.
“Don't fucking hide yourself,” he says when he sees what I'm doing. He presses his front against mine, covering it in a way, then tilts my head up to kiss him. He grabs my ass and pulls me with him over to the bed. “Just forget about them for now.”
“Okay,” I whisper, focusing just on him, and not the other three guys who're also about to rock my world. It's not that I don't want it. It's just a little overwhelming.
But with Outlaw kissing me stupid and his hands running up my thighs and over my hips, it's hard to concentrate on anything else. I wrap my leg around his, keeping him close. His big dick presses into my stomach, ready and eager, but when he rolls me over onto my back, he doesn't get on top. Instead he slides down, kissing his way from my lips down over my jaw and onto my throat, my collarbone, and then up one of my breasts. I close my eyes and let it happen, just feeling the sensations.
When he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, I moan, and reach for him with my hands, running my fingers through his thick hair. His beard tickles my sensitive skin as he continues downwards, onto my belly. His tongue dips into my belly button, the steel of the stud in his tongue sliding around with it. Oh God, what's that going to feel like further down?
I'm about to find out, because he keeps going, all the way into the V between my legs. I spread my thighs to let him in. Only a few days ago, this would’ve made me shy, and now all I want is to feel him devour me.
Outlaw pushes my thighs back, opening me for him. And then his tongue slicks through my folds, the metal stud sliding against my wet skin along with it. I let out a pleased sigh and press my head into the pillow, arching for him. God, he's good at this. When he comes up to my clit and swirls the tip around it, the stud bumps around unpredictably, adding another magical element to the experience.
Speaking of magic, two mouths enclose my nipples, one on each side. My eyes shoot open to find the twins, and I don't even know which one's which. I run my hands across their broad backs, luxuriating in the feel of their vast expanses of sexy flesh while all three men apply their mouths to me at once.