Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Her orgasm is deep and long and leaves her limp on Zane’s chest just as he grunts, signaling his release. It’s a chain reaction, and seconds later, I’m seizing up, everything inside me preparing to let go. Zane and I both pour ourselves into Brittany as she moans between us.
“That was so intense, so incredible,” she says, when he and I withdraw from her. There’s a fire in her eyes as she looks back at me that nearly makes my cock instantly hard again.
“So good,” I agree.
“How does it just keep getting better every time?” she wonders aloud.
“And just think,” Zane says, “we’re just getting started.”
41
COLIN
Brittany recovers much sooner than I expect her to. “Are you two ready?” she asks Jordan and me.
I lift a brow as I stroke her leg. “You’re up for more?”
Her smile is my new favorite thing. “Always.”
“You must be tired,” Jordan says, moving up to lie beside her.
“There aren’t any bones left in my body,” she says, “but I’m ready to go.”
He and I chuckle, and that beautiful smile widens.
I stretch out on the other side of her, and give Jordan a quick look to see if we’re on the same page. The situation calls for a lazy spoon, so Brittany can relax between us while we do all the work.
Though I’m definitely looking forward to exploring her ass sometime very soon, tonight I cede that honor to Jordan in a gesture of friendship. There are so many things I want to do with her, and if all goes well, we’ll have all the time in the world to do them.
It drives me wild, how adventurous she is, and the fact that she’s willing to take all four of us.
After rolling on a condom, I turn Brittany on her side to face me and slide my leg between hers to spread her open. “You’re so wet,” I tell her, as I stroke the head of my cock over the lips of her pussy.
“You have that effect on me,” she says, her big eyes fixed on mine.
“Yeah?” I slip the tip inside her and swirl it in her honey as she tilts her hips, inviting me deeper.
She feels so good, I could practically come as soon as I push into her, and I know my excitement isn’t only from what I’m feeling, but also from watching her get off while she was sandwiched between the other men. Never would I ever have thought I’d get off on watching, but with Brittany, everything’s different.
And so much better.
While I start to pump in and out of her, Jordan prepares to take her rear entrance, and once he presses in — fuck, my eyes nearly cross at how tight she gets.
She grips my shoulder, digging her fingers into my flesh as Jordan and I move inside her. I bend to kiss her, and her shallow breaths tickle my lip as I approach.
“You’re so big,” she says in the most blissed-out voice.
“You feel so good,” I tell her. The words are inadequate, and I hope my body and eyes are telling her what I need her to know.
Another glance at Jordan, and I determine that he doesn’t have long to last. I reach down and thumb over Brittany’s clit, pressing small circles over it that quickly make her lose her mind.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” she pants.
More thrusting, more stroking, and Brittany squeezes my arm just before her head tips back and she comes apart.
We’re all so in tune, or maybe it’s because there’s so much pent-up desire, but as soon as Brittany gets going, Jordan and I follow right behind her, both of us tensing and then emptying ourselves deep inside her, making her ours.
When it’s over, the three of us lie together as our ragged breathing returns to normal.
“Will you spend the night?” she asks.
Zane, who’s leaning against the doorway of her bathroom, speaks first. “Sure, as long as you don’t kick us all out first thing in the morning.”
“Never gonna let me live that down, are you?” she says.
Jordan’s hand squeezes her arm. “Don’t yell at us in the morning and tell us it was all a big mistake, either.”
“I won’t, but it was a mistake when we were on tour. We should have at least waited.”
“Yeah, there was no way we were waiting,” Jordan says.
I cup her jaw, lining us up for another kiss. “We’re gonna be the best mistake you ever made.”
42
BRITTANY
I’m not even a little bit surprised when the men have breakfast ready for me in the morning. I didn’t have any groceries in the house, since I was too distraught after the tour to even think about shopping, but they not only went shopping, they prepared omelets and toast with fresh strawberries on the side.
I want to keep them forever.
While we eat — and my little dining table only has seats for four, so I continue a tradition by sitting on Owen’s lap – Zane starts talking about the tour. “I’d have sworn the guy who walked in on us in the dressing room would have kept his mouth shut. Did he actually call Chase and report us?”