Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Then Maddox starts to move, amping up his pace with each stroke until he’s pounding into me hard, my entire body being rocked forward with each thrust of his hips, the bed shaking beneath me.
“Fuck, yeah,” I say, my words coming out in short gasps.
Still rutting into me like a wild animal, he reaches around to grab one of my dangling breasts. When he squeezes my nipple between his fingers, I come instantaneously, though the release has been building since I first started sucking his cock.
He keeps pounding into me as my consciousness explodes in rhythmic bursts of ecstasy.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Maddox says somewhere near my ear as I ride the long waves of rapture. As I start to resurface, he strokes a hand down my back and slows his pace, letting me catch my breath. “Was it good?” he asks.
“So good. Always so good.” I sound like I’ve just run a marathon, and I guess in a way, I have. A smutty sex marathon with four world-class athletes, all competing to give me the most intense orgasm, and I’m the winner every time. “Now you,” I say, my body still vibrating with sensation.
“Roll over.” He slips out of me, and when I follow his command, he pushes back inside, his body propped over mine, giving me a great view of his powerful chest, broad shoulders, and gorgeous face as he gradually goes inward, chasing his own pleasure deep inside me.
He builds up to it slowly, and when he comes, I watch in fascination as this big strong man goes vulnerable, his jaw clenched as he pours everything he has into me. As he finishes, he collapses onto me, and the weight of his body on me is wonderfully exciting and soothing at the same time.
“Sorry, I must be heavy,” he says, abruptly rolling onto his side next to me.
With a light touch, I trail my finger from his shoulder down to his forearm. “You can crush me anytime,” I say, cracking a grin. “Everything feels right with the world when you or one of your brothers are on top of me. Or beside me.”
“Everything is right with the world now that we’re together.” He slides one of his legs between mine, twining us together, and my heart suddenly feels too big for my chest.
Eventually, we get up, and I go back into the bathroom to clean up. The part of my hair I didn’t get to with the blow dryer has dried on its own, wavy and uneven. Instead of fooling with it, I pull all of it up into a clip and head downstairs. It’s nearly lunchtime now.
Barnes and Shelby are asleep on their beds, so Betty and Bradley have taken the opportunity to come down to eat. To celebrate my moving in with them, the brothers insisted I adopt two cats from the shelter. Sometimes the dogs are a bit too rambunctious for the cats’ taste, but all four animals have been cohabitating in relative harmony, and I’m thrilled to be able to live in a house surrounded by cats and dogs. Finally having pets is wonderful icing on the very delicious cake that is living with the Stanton brothers.
I didn’t expect to move in with the men so quickly, but when I brought up the subject to Rachel, she told me that Daria was interested in taking over my part of the lease. The conversation also prompted Rachel to share that she and Daria had recently entered into a romantic relationship, building on their longtime friendship. Last week, the two women had Becca and me over for dinner, and they seemed very happy and excited to be living together.
I also had dinner with my parents last week, and though the mood at that meal wasn’t nearly as fun, it also wasn’t as bad as I expected. Just after Christmas, I told my parents that I was dating Chase, Dodge, Diesel, and Maddox. They erupted in anger, as expected, making horribly rude comments and insisting that I stop seeing the men. Prepared for their reaction, I stayed calm, stood my ground, and told them they’d need to accept and respect my choices if they wanted to keep seeing me.
I explained that I understood that they have certain beliefs and convictions, but that those aren’t necessarily the same as my own beliefs and convictions, and that they can no longer force their will on me.
Instead of the silent treatment that I expected, Mom abruptly changed the subject and carried on talking about other things, as if I’d never brought it up. When, on a later occasion, I told my parents that I was moving in with the men, they remained calm, asked a few questions seemingly with the goal of ensuring my safety, and then they moved on like before. It was obvious to me that they were upset and concerned, but they spoke respectfully, even using the men’s names, and I appreciated their restraint in not attempting to boss me around.