Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Gratitude floods me and I nod, my hand reaching out before I think twice, my fingers threading through the longer ones of Banks.
“Yes,” Tobias says, jaw flexing. His hand sliding feather light from my chin down to my throat, his knuckle stroking downward over the slight lump, his grip circling the entirety of my throat loosely. “Tell us if you want to stop.”
“We will listen,” Gabe says gruffly, his mouth buried in the back of my hair now.
I’m touching all three of them at once. It’s like having a triple-pronged electrical current running through my body. My nipples are in points, my skin is hypersensitive. And then Tobias squeezes my throat, just barely, and I whimper—bringing all three of them forward in a heated rush, their hard bodies converging on me from three different sides.
Oh holy shit. Holy shit.
I start to shake, their muscles flexing against me in response. Almost like a protective move that they can’t help. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Join the club,” Banks says through his teeth.
“Me either.” This from Gabe, who unexpectedly wraps his forearm around my waist and draws me back tightly to his chest. “But I’m the one she asked out.”
There’s a flash of something dangerous in Tobias’s expression. “Allow us the opportunity to change her mind. It’s only sporting.”
Banks brings my hand to his mouth and exhales roughly against the small of my wrist, razing the sensitive region with his teeth. I suck down a greedy inhale, my right knee jerking up in response to the intense pull between my thighs. Tobias catches my knee in his left hand without looking, proving he’s an expert at his trade. He yanks my knee up to his hip so suddenly that I gasp, powerless to do anything but reel while he balances it there, his exploratory hand sliding higher on my hip, just beneath the hem of my skirt. Squeezing until I cry out.
At the same time, Gabe fists my hair and brings it to one side, his open mouth on the nape of my neck, Banks taking my hand and placing it inside his buttoned shirt. He pauses with my palm over his heart and it’s rioting out of control. Mine is doing the same.
“Are you hot for all three of us, Elise?” Tobias asks, his thumb pressing into my hip abductor in such a knowing and skilled way that a sort of languidness rolls through me. As though he’s hit a pressure point to rob me of tension. “There’s no shame in it.”
Logically, I already know that. But I welcome hearing it out loud. “I know. I’ve just never been with…” I’m breathless. “I can barely tolerate one man, let alone three.”
I’ve never been the recipient of a more heated look. “If you want this, tell me. I’ll guide us.” He wets his sensual bottom lip. “Free of charge.”
Am I crazy to nod in the face of such arrogance? To say, “Yes”?
Maybe. But I do it anyway. I don’t want to break free of their hold. Not yet.
A little more.
“Good girl. Now kiss him,” Tobias rasps, framing my jaw in his hand and turning me toward Banks. “Kiss him while my hand is up your fucking skirt.”
I’ve never experienced this painfully wonderful kind of clench before, the one that makes my panties feel like they’ve melted onto my body like hot wax. I’m wet. I’m wet and trembling and my lust is directed full circle, three times as potent because there are more places for it to go. To land and flourish.
Banks crowds in closer, his lips drawing back from his teeth like he’s in pain, brow furrowed. A hot breath later, his mouth moves over mine and we moan into a kiss. A bolt turns in the dead center of my stomach, wild colors and patterns splattering on the insides of my eyelids. I’ve never kissed or been kissed back with so much urgency.
“Gabe would like to get his dirty hands on your tits, Elise,” Tobias murmurs with his forehead nuzzling my temple, his grip still around my throat, somehow keeping me anchored, instead of alarming me whatsoever. Maybe because I believe them when they reassure me that we can stop at any time. “Do you allow that, love?”
Oh my God. Being asked for permission in such explicit terms makes me want to wrap my other leg around Tobias’s waist, but I’m too weakened by the kiss to do anything but nod my consent. I’m boneless between three hard bodies. They’re holding me up. Tobias by the throat, Gabe supporting most of my weight from behind, Banks keeping me in utter thrall with his mouth—a mouth I gasp into when Gabe flattens my breasts with his hands, his middle fingers stroking roughly around my hard nipples—and I’m shaking almost violently now.
“What about you?” Gabe rumbles into my hair, pinching my nipples between his knuckles, increasing the pressure until I’m panting, breaking the kiss with Banks. Staring back into his glittering eyes in wonder. From both of us. “What are you going to do to her?” Gabe asks again, his lap making contact with my bottom, lifting me onto my toes.