Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
My heart is racing.
Every fantasy I’ve ever had suddenly flashes through my eyes as I’m surrounded by two very gorgeous, very powerful, very scary men.
“Considering you rarely let me say what I want ...”
I don’t get to finish, because he growls, “Mason and I, we’re not strangers to sharing a woman.”
It isn’t a question, or a statement.
It’s purely a fact.
And the very idea of them sharing a woman before, her small delicate body between theirs, their big hands roaming all over her, their cocks, their mouths, their bodies, makes me whimper. I don’t mean it to come out, but it does.
Now it’s Mason who speaks.
“From that whimper, I’d say she likes the idea, brother.”
Oh, God.
I should run.
But my body is on fire, and I can’t move.
Hell, if I’m being honest, I don’t want to move.
I want to stay here, between them, for as long as I possibly can.
“What do you say?” Koda growls into my ear, and he officially lights that spark inside me like a damned inferno. I want him, more than I’ve wanted anyone in my life. Add Mason to the mix, and it’s the perfect night. “You want to be fucked? You want both of us inside that pretty fucking little body?”
I’m not going to lie.
So, I say the only thing I know I won’t regret tomorrow.
“Yes.”
Yes.
Indeed.
I do.
-14-
NOW – CHARLIE
I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I really, really, really shouldn’t be doing this. Not because, in society standards, it’s morally wrong, but because I don’t trust my body on a good day—it tends to lead me to places I don’t really need to be—and tonight, it’s leading me right into the arms of not one but two men.
Is that slutty?
Probably.
Gosh. Probably.
So, why can’t I stop? Why haven’t I pulled my head out of my ass, or in this case, it’s clearly clouded by my vagina, and just told them, “Sorry, but I can’t do this.” Well, I can do it. Maybe the correct word is I shouldn’t be doing it.
But who am I kidding?
I want it.
Hell, I need it.
After all, it’s only one night. And I’d be lying if I said one of my fantasies wasn’t two gorgeous men ravishing my body. I’m a woman, after all. The idea of being surrounded in masculine goodness is extremely appealing to me.
A warm hand cups my ass, and I look up to see Mason staring down at me. We’ve changed positions somewhat, and I’m now standing, squashed between them, Koda against my back, Mason in front of me. God. My throat is dry, my hands are shaking and my body is literally throbbing. The ache between my legs is almost unbearable.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Yes.
Good idea.
Because the idea of having Scarlett, or Amalie, or hell even Maverick or Malakai come out and see me like this would be mortifying.
I swallow, and then I nod.
Mason takes my hand, and I glance over my shoulder at Koda as I’m led inside. Everyone has gone to bed, that much is clear. The cabin is empty, except for Boston passed out sleeping on the floor in the living area. We move quietly to my bedroom and shut the door, then I turn nervously and stare at the two men. If I think too much about this, I’m going to chicken out.
I know it.
I know myself.
“One of you two better come over here and get this started, or I might just run away from sheer nerves,” I say, my voice husky.
Koda steps forward, surprising me, and brings his body up close to mine, but he doesn’t touch me. He’s so close I can feel the heat of him, but he does not make contact. That only makes my body scream out inside even more, because, dammit, I want him to make contact. I want his hands on me. I want his mouth on me. I want him inside me.
“Got rules,” he says, his voice low, his eyes so intense it’s hard to look into them.
“Okay,” I whisper, too scared he’ll hear how turned on I am by the shaky sound of my voice. Whispering is a safer option.
Mason steps up behind me, his big body pushing me closer to Koda’s. Finally, we touch. His hard frame molds against my soft one, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering at the feel of his incredible size against me. Not just his muscles and his large body, but the thick cock now pressing against my belly through his jeans.
It’s impressive.
“Mason does not fuck you.”
Mason makes a sound from behind me, the beginning of an argument, a protest maybe, but Koda looks up and he immediately stops.
I, however, do not.
“Why not?” I ask, and Koda’s eyes move back to me.
“Because I fuckin’ said so, that’s why. The only cock goin’ inside your body tonight is mine. He can have your mouth, and your hands, and he can taste you. But he does not fuck you.”