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)
My core clenches, an orgasm dancing closer, closer.
"You want a taste of her, Liam?"' Braxton asks Liam, jiggling my clit again.
"Hell yes," Liam growls.
"Come get it."
Liam drops to his knees between my spread legs.
"No," Braxton snaps before he can bury his face in my center. "If you want a taste of her, you'll lick it off my cock first. That is what you really want, isn't it? To taste both of us at the same time?"
Liam growls but doesn't say anything.
"Isn't it?" Braxton asks.
"Yes, goddammit," Liam growls, his hands clenching against my inner thighs. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one full of surrender, of complete capitulation to something so much bigger than himself, and then I feel his hot breath wash across my center.
Braxton roars when Liam licks his shaft, his tongue prodding at my entrance.
I cry out in bliss, melting against Braxton's chest.
Liam makes another sound in the back of his throat, surrenders a little more of his soul to us, to this, and then licks Braxton again. Within seconds, he's attacking both of us, eating us like a man on the brink of starvation. He licks Braxton and then me, back and forth until we're both writhing in ecstasy, both crying out with the sheer pleasure of it.
"Fuck," Braxton growls. "Ah, fuck. Make her come, Liam, goddammit."
He doesn't have to worry about that, though. I'm already on the edge, seconds from tumbling over into an orgasm too big to be contained. I dig my nails into his arms, trying to root myself to reality as the first waves wash over me.
"I love you!" I sob to them. "I love you."
The waves crash into me, dragging me into a riptide of ecstasy. It flings me around, drowning me again and again as Braxton pumps his hips, fucking me, and Liam attacks my clit with his tongue over and over. They wreck me, ruin me, and I love every minute of it. Every second.
Braxton doesn't come in me this time. He slips free as I shake and tremble and come apart. I watch through a fog as Liam grips his cock in one hand and jerks him off. Braxton shouts, coming all over my mound and thighs, all over Liam's hand. He covers me in his pearls just like Liam did, leaving me dripping in them just like they promised I would be before the night ended.
As soon as it's over, they're on me again, pressing into me, sandwiching me between their bodies. Their hearts beat like war drums against my back and chest as they hold me between them, pressing adoring kissing into my skin. Somehow, they drag us into a heap on the sofa. We're a tangle of grasping limbs and linked fingers, of shaking hands and clasped palms.
"Say it again," Liam growls against my ear.
Braxton presses his lips to my shoulder again and then again. "Say it, lamb. Say it."
It takes a minute for my mind to register what they're pleading for, what they need so desperately. When it finally catches up, my whole soul aches that they don't already know. That they don't already realize.
"I love you both so much," I whisper fiercely, clinging to them. "So damn much."
They both fall still for a long moment as if marveling.
"Ah, lamb," Braxton whispers then. "Our hearts beat for you."
"We love you, Lola baby. We always will," Liam says, brushing tendrils of hair away from my face. "We won't ever let you go now."
"Good," I whisper, smiling through tears. "Because I won't let either of you go either. You belong to me now. You belong to each other now."
"Yeah?" Braxton asks, a smile in his voice as he runs his lips across the back of my neck. "I think I can live with that."
Chapter Seven
Liam
"Oh no," Lola whispers, her face paling when we pull up in front of her apartment complex early the next morning. "My dad is here."
"Fuck," I growl, turning my head to see Kieran Knight leaning against the wall beside her apartment, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Judging by the scowl on his face, he knows she didn't come home last night, and he's not thrilled about it.
Kieran Knight is…actually, I'm not sure what the fuck he is. Dangerous, I know that much. I've heard rumors about him, about the man he used to be. He hasn't been that man in a long time, but Lola's his baby girl. I'm guessing old habits die hard when your daughter's involved. He might decide to kill me and Brax on principle when he finds out we're both fucking his daughter.
"It'll be fine," I murmur, reaching out to soothe Lola. Whatever. He may threaten to kill us, but I doubt he'll follow through. Not if he loves her as much as I'm guessing he does. Because she may be his baby girl, but she's our whole world. He doesn't have to understand it to know that much is true. She's ours to protect now, ours to love. We may not be what he wanted for her, but we're who she chose. Hell itself couldn't drag us away. A former hitman pushing sixty certainly won't. Even if he is completely fucking terrifying.