Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Are they…” She's got both hands in front of her mouth, looking ready to cover her eyes too, except the way she's staring, I don't think she fucking can.
I get behind her and pull her back against me, then rest my jaw on her head to see. Sure as shit, Ruby, one of the newer sluts, is between two members, getting rocked back and forth and not giving a shit who sees.
“Oh my God,” Summer breathes so I can barely hear it over the music. “Out here in front of everyone?”
Preacher leans in and chuckles. “Ruby's a sweetheart. She was one of the girls that loaned you some clothes. Maybe that's why she's not wearing much now.”
Summer looks shocked for a moment, then glares at Preacher, but her attention goes right back to the happy trio. “Are they… Are they twins?”
“Sure are,” I say. “Thunder and Lightning. They only went from prospects to blooded members a few weeks ago. Apparently, they do everything together. See? In the big picture, having the hots for your step-brother isn't that fucking kinky.”
“Ha ha,” she mouths.
“Give you ideas?” asks Crash. He's leaning on his pool cue, watching Summer closely.
“I…” She trails off and even in the dark of the common room, it's obvious she's blushing. “Maybe?”
I kiss her on the neck and slide my hands up from her waist to cup her amazing tits. “Yeah?” I ask into her ear.
Preacher smirks when he sees and takes a step closer. He puts a hand on the inside of her thigh and slides it up under her skirt. Her sharp gasp tells me exactly when he finds the top. “I think it might be time to move this game somewhere more private. Unless Summer wants to find a spot and—”
“No! Private sounds good,” she says with a vehement head shake.
“You sure? You seem awfully curious tonight.” Preacher leans his cue against the pool table, then shifts right in front of her, blocking the view of Ruby and the guys. He leans in and kisses her, not letting her come up for air until she’s moaning rubbing her nice soft ass against my cock.
“Guys!” she says, and pulls away, looking flushed.
“Not what you wanted?”
If it's possible, her flush gets even deeper. “I mean… yes, but…” She looks around the room, pausing on Ruby getting railed. One of the other sluts has her shirt off not far away either, with Diesel's hands serving as a makeshift bra while she leans back into him. “But not out here.”
Not surprisingly, we're not a tough sell. Her Blue Hawaiian is still resting on the side of the pool table, only half finished.
I knock it back.
Not bad.
27
SUMMER
The longer I’m with the Screaming Eagles, the deeper I’m falling and I don’t know if it’s smart to trust what I’m feeling. I’m sure they care about me, but there’s such a casual attitude about sex here that maybe what that means to me isn’t the same for them.
Am I being naive?
I don’t know, but I’d rather be naive and happy while it lasts than miss out on one minute of being with them.
The door shuts behind us, and it's just me and the guys. I can’t get the image of that woman and the twins out of my head. That was crazy.
I mean, I could never do it, but I can’t deny that it was pretty freaking sexy. I whirl on the guys, taking a step back. They look like three big bears who just discovered a pot full of honey in their den, and are figuring out how they're all going to get at it at once.
Preacher takes a step towards me.
“Stay,” I say, pointing to the floor right where they're standing.
“Or what?” growls Preacher with a spark in his deep, dark eyes.
I wouldn't have a chance if they fell on me, but I trust them, so that edge of danger is part of the fun. But for now I want a moment in control.
“Or you won’t find out what I’m planning.” Now I have to think fast because I’m getting three very interested looks and I’m just as curious as they are.
No one has ever made me feel safe enough to play and I love it.
I love them.
I look down at my top, where there are straps keeping it shut over my breasts. Then I look up and give them my most mischievous look and pull at the knot. “Uh oh, I think this might be coming open.”
Devil grins. “Do you need a hand with that?”
“Nah, she’s an independent woman now.” Crash rests his elbow on Devil’s shoulder and smirks.
Preacher crosses his arms across his chest and watches me with a smile. Devil’s my fun partner in crime, and Crash is all fire and passion, but Preacher is the steady center of their team. He sees beneath the surface and I think out of all of them he understands why I need to push myself like this.