Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
His hand guided my head to lie on his chest. I sighed, and then glanced across the room. Hush was still on the couch. Hands still fisting the blanket . . . but in his ice-blue eyes I saw something else.
He was looking at me differently.
His chest was rising and falling.
Then he was getting to his feet.
I held my breath as Hush stood up from the couch. He paused for a second, but his gaze never left mine. Cowboy held me in place as Hush, uncurling his fists, walked across the room, me in his sights. He stopped before me and dropped to his knees. His nostrils flared, the veins in his neck were showing . . . then, on a sharp sigh, he leaned forward, cupped both of my cheeks, and pressed his lips to mine.
Instant warmth burst inside my chest, my heart swelling so full that I was sure I wouldn’t be able to cope with its rapid beat. Hush’s hands were strong and controlled as he kept me in place, right where he wanted me. His lips parted, and his tongue slid into my mouth. I moaned when his tongue danced with my own.
On Cowboy’s chest, with his hand running so delicately down my back, and Hush holding me so fiercely against his mouth, I was home. Peace swept through my body, and I welcomed it like the kiss of rain after a drought. I stayed in the moment, soaking in every breath and touch and sigh as Hush kissed me and kissed me again. When I felt Cowboy shift underneath me and brush my hair out of the way only to press his lips against the back of my neck, I melted. I gave myself to them, letting them take the reins after so many years of fighting this fucked-up world alone.
Their hard chests pressed against me, Hush’s against my breasts and Cowboy’s against my back. Hush’s palms were hot, his thumbs dusting across my cheeks. Cowboy’s warm breath caused shivers to break out along my spine.
It was too much, yet not enough. I needed to breathe, yet refused to let anything pull me away from finally having Hush with me like this. Kissing me so thoroughly, so beautifully . . . so lovingly. I realized that I’d wanted this. Wanted Hush as much as I wanted Cowboy since the first time I met them. It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense, about how we three meshed and melded into one organic whole. But I didn’t care. In this moment, I cared about nothing else but feeling these two men against me, chasing away the demons that had possessed me for too many years.
Hush broke away from my mouth. He was out of breath, deeply inhaling gasps of air. His hands stayed on my cheeks as he made himself look into my eyes. I lifted my trembling hand and placed it on his cheek. He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing. I could see the war he fought inside his head written on his troubled face. But then he sighed, shoulders dropping, and opened his eyes to crash his determined gaze against mine.
I swallowed hard, feeling Cowboy’s breath on my neck, and whispered, “Make love to me.”
Hush’s lips parted and his pupils dilated. Cowboy exhaled behind me. I took my free hand and angled my body until I could see Cowboy too. I laid my other palm on his cheek, the three of us now connected through me. Cowboy blinked, but then kissed me. Electricity surged from him, to me, and finally to Hush. When Cowboy broke away, Hush’s hand slipped from my face and moved under my arms. He lifted me off the couch. My feet landed on the floor, only for Cowboy to swing me into his arms. I held Hush’s hand as we slowly, and absolutely silently, made our way up to my bedroom.
Cowboy placed me in the center of the bed. He stood next to Hush, and my breath stilled looking at them both. Two beautiful, honest, and pure souls looking down at me.
I sucked in a shaky breath, nervous at what was about to happen. Nervous at giving myself to anyone after being so bruised by Juan. The fact that there were two of them didn’t matter. All that mattered was the trust I’d built up for them both . . . that, and knowing the way I felt about them was reflected back at me twofold. Four hands to touch me, four arms to hold me . . . two hearts to make love to me and chase away the dark.
Reaching for the towel still bunched at my waist, I untied the knot and slowly pulled the material away from me. Hush and Cowboy froze as I dragged it from the bed and dropped it to the floor. Hot air stuck to my skin just as sure as their gazes.