Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"We need an umbrella for her," Braxton mutters, scowling out at the rain.
Liam grunts his agreement.
Despite my confusion, I fight a smile. "Storms may scare me, but a little water never hurt anyone," I say quietly. "I won't melt if I get a little wet."
"Oh, you'll be getting plenty wet," Liam growls, turning those blue eyes on me. "But it won't be because of the fucking rain. Wait right here. I'll carry you inside."
"You are not carrying me."
He ignores me and slides across the seat behind Braxton, reaching for the door handle.
I quickly reach for mine, popping out before he has a chance to follow through on his threat. There's no way I'm letting him carry me inside like I'm helpless just because it's raining. My feet work just fine.
As soon as they touch the ground, the cold rain pelts me. I squeal in shock as Liam and Braxton growl my name in unison. Within seconds, I regret my decision. It's not simply raining. The sky has opened and sent an ocean of water to drown the city.
I slap water out of my face and make a mad dash for the porch, praying I don't slip in my heels and land on my ass in the driveway. Somehow, I make it to the relative safety of the porch, drenched all the way to the skin and shivering.
Only to realize I'm not the least bit safe at all.
"We should spank your ass for that," Liam growls, storming after me with Braxton hot on his heels. They're soaked. Hair dripping in their faces, button-downs plastered to their broad chests. Scowling daggers at me.
"He told you to wait, lamb," Braxton says.
They advance on me like two pissed-off lions—one light, one dark, both moving with feline, predatory grace. I back toward the door, only to have my retreat halted by the cool brick wall. I plaster myself to it, my heart thudding so hard I'm sure they can hear it over the rain pummeling the city. Th-thump th-thump th-thump, like a thousand horses galloping in my chest.
Somehow, Braxton reaches me before Liam does. His body covers mine, pressing me deeper into the brick, harder against the wall. I cry out as his hand delves into my hair, craning my head back. His dark eyes, feral with need, meet mine.
"Don't run from us," he growls.
"Never."
A groan explodes from his lips, sounding louder than the thunder. His mouth covers mine. His kiss is more electrifying than the lightning still splitting open the skies. I cry out as it consumes me, unmakes me, and sets me ablaze. His tongue touches mine, and I'm lost. I reach out blindly, searching for Liam. He grasps my hand, and I draw him closer, needing him with us.
"Fuck" he groans, seaming his body to my side. His lips touch the side of my neck as he and Braxton maneuver me away from the wall.
I find true bliss then, sandwiched not between Braxton and the hard wall but between the two men who own me. One is liquid heat, the other molten flame. They both burn hotter than the sun. I cry out in ecstasy, caught in the first moment of our forever.
"Goddamn, Brax," Liam growls in my ear. "Does that mouth taste as sweet as it does in my dreams?"
"See for yourself." Braxton nips my bottom lip and then turns my head toward Liam, offering my mouth up to him. "Let him have a taste too, lamb."
I do. Eagerly. Willingly.
Liam is greedy where Braxton is controlled. Braxton takes exactly what he wants without apology. Liam takes more. He growls against my lips and licks into my mouth as if he intends to kiss away my soul. Braxton holds my face still to him, stroking my jaw. I feel his eyes on us, feel the pride and excitement in them.
"You kiss her like you're eating her cunt," he says.
I whimper at his assessment because it's true. Because I want it. Because I've been dying for these men to touch me for twelve days and if they don't do it soon, I may explode into stardust and disappear on the wind.
"She wants it," Braxton says, not missing my reaction.
Liam sucks on my tongue like it's my clit.
I sob, clawing at his arms.
"Enough, Liam. Let's get her inside."
Liam ignores him and kisses me again.
Braxton growls, releasing my chin. My eyes flutter open in time to see his hand delve into Liam's hair. He cranes his head back until those blue eyes meet his. "I said enough," he growls at Liam. "She's cold and wet. You can have more once we get her inside and get her warmed up."
Liam's eyes narrow on Braxton, darkening. For just a moment, I worry that they're going to fight. And then Liam makes a sound in the back of his throat, desire flaring bright as the sun in those blue eyes. Something deep passes between him and Braxton, another silent admission of what's really happening between the three of us, I think.