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)
Chapter Five
Braxton
"Fuck," Liam growls, grinding his palm into his erection as I stalk toward the stairs with Lola in my arms. Her skin is chilled as she clings to me, her head resting on my shoulder. She's never looked as beautiful as she does right now, dripping wet, lips swollen from our kisses, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide and dilated.
I don't know how we kept our hands off her for the last two weeks, but we aren't doing it anymore. Doubt we could even if we tried. It was only a matter of time before one or the other of us lost that battle. She's too tempting, too sweet. Too ours.
Liam follows us up the stairs and then slips around us, moving to open the door to the main bedroom so I can carry her inside. Her eyes grow wide in her flushed face as she takes in the room for the first time. She's been staring at this house online since two days after she started work. The second time I saw her looking at it, I came to see it for myself.
As soon as I saw this room, I made an offer on the house. I knew it was where we were meant to worship at her feet. The stone headboard of the Alaskan king bed looks as if it's carved from the wall itself. A massive chandelier hangs from the vaulted glass ceiling, casting light into the room. Directly across from it, three ornate arches lead out onto the balcony overlooking the backyard. The en-suite bathroom is built into one of the parapet towers on the west wall. A fireplace dominates the remaining wall. It's a bedroom fit for a queen.
Judging by the look on Lola's face, I made the right decision when I bought the place.
"Oh, wow," she whispers, gaping at the bed. "It's huge."
"Had to be to fit all three of us. You won't be sleeping alone anymore, Lola. Those days are over," I rumble, hoping like hell she's ready for me and Liam and everything being ours entails. Now that we've had a taste of her, we won't be letting her go. I already feel my obsession with her spreading, my need to claim both of them growing. Christ, I ache to tie them to me in ways that can't ever be undone.
It took everything I had to keep the car on the road while Liam had his hands on her tits. I wanted to be back there, calling the shots, telling him how to touch her, how hard to pinch, where to kiss. I fucking ache to take control and ruin them both, make sure they both know they're mine and nothing will ever change that or come between us.
A slow, happy smile spreads across Lola's face, lighting her up like the sun. "Put me down."
"No."
Her face falls into a pout.
"I make the rules here, lamb. You and Liam had your fun in the car. Now, it's my turn." I glance over my shoulder at Liam. "The switch on the east wall operates the fireplace. Light it and then come here."
He strides toward the fireplace and turns the dial. It ignites with a soft whoosh of sound. Lola shivers in my arms, more out of anticipation than cold, I think. Her skin is already warming. Liam quickly paces toward us, covering the distance in three steps. He stops beside me, so close I feel the heat of his body against mine.
"Get these wet clothes off of her."
"Gladly," he growls.
Lola trembles, her head lolling on my shoulder as he shifts around, reaching for her foot. Her mouth falls open into a little "o", her tits shuddering in her soaked top as he places his lips against the top of her foot, pulling her heel off. Her toenails are painted a soft pink. He kisses the top of her other foot before removing that heel. It falls to the floor with a thud.
"Wait," she whispers when he reaches for her skirt.
He stops with his hands on her outer thighs.
"I'm not wearing sexy underwear." A blush climbs up her cheeks, making my dick throb against my zipper. "Um, just so you know."
Liam meets my gaze over the top of her head. I read the look in his eye and know instantly what he's saying. She could be dressed in a potato sack, and we'd still ache for her. It's not like she'll be keeping the panties for long anyway. It'll be a miracle if one or the other of us doesn't tear them from her body to get a taste of that cunt in the next three minutes.
"Everything you do has us hard, lamb," I murmur, wrapping my hand around her throat to tip her head back. She's larger than life to the two of us. It's easy to forget that she's only twenty-three. And a virgin to boot. Our little lamb has never even been touched, let alone by two men at once. "The color and cut of your panties won't change how sexy we find you."