Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
"Is it enough? Is it too much?"
"It's perfect," I say. "So perfect."
Cash slides inside me like there was never meant to be any space between us. He gathers me into his arms, holding me so closely that I can feel his heart beating against my skin. He makes love to me like I'm precious and vulnerable and need his tender care, and somewhere, without expecting it, I slip into the deepest, longest, sweetest orgasm I've ever had.
Afterwards, I stay wrapped in his arms, playing with his hair until I think he's fallen asleep. I almost drift off myself, but I can't rest until I've been to Scott. They each deserve to share me equally. It's not something that any of us can compromise.
"I love you," Cash whispers as I slide out of his arms—three words that are often said too easily, but not here. Here I feel their truth right through me, as sure as the wind that blows through fields of corn and the rain that brings change to the lifeless dirt.
"I love you too," I say, kissing his rounded labor-crafted shoulder. Cash may not have made love to me first, but he loves me first, and that's always going to be special.
In the hallway, I press my back against the wall and breathe slowly and evenly to calm my emotions. There will be a time when we can all come together, and the love will run right through all that we are.
Until then, I have another brother to see.
25
Scott is sleeping face down with his legs spread slightly and an arm up by his face. He’s left the drapes open, and the moonlight has colored his skin navy blue with highlights of gold across the rounded curve of his ass.
My hand itches to slide over his tan skin, to map all the hard planes of muscle beneath, but I don’t want to startle him.
Instead, I kneel next to his bed and stroke his scalp gently until he opens one eye just a crack.
“Melanie,” he says hoarsely. “What are you doing on the floor? Get into bed.”
He takes my hand and makes room in front of him, and I slide in, receiving his deep, passionate kisses with open arms. His leg slides in between my legs so he can grind his thigh against my ravaged pussy. My clit is swollen beyond anything it’s ever been before, and I groan at even the slightest pressure.
“My brothers have warmed you up,” he says, licking across my jaw, staring into my eyes with a flicker of mischief in his expression.
“I think I might always be warm,” I say.
“I think you might be my perfect woman.”
“That’s what all the Bradfords say.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and he snorts, nibbling my earlobe.
“Don’t get too cocky missy, or one of us will have to show you how we tame our mares.”
Slapping his bicep, I scowl. “Scott Bradford, the next time you compare me to a horse, you’ll be dealing with your own predicament.”
Between us, his predicament is pressing uncomfortably into my hip.
“Point taken, ma’am,” he laughs. “So if my brothers have warmed you up, what can I do for you?”
“Maybe I should be rewarding you for your patience.”
Scott nods thoughtfully. “I like your way of thinking. What did you have in mind?”
I play with the simple silver chain at his neck while his cock stirs against my skin. Maybe I should leave him to decide what he wants. He needs to feel in control to keep his demons at bay. “You get to decide,” I whisper against his ear.
“You’re like a genie, ready to make all my wishes come true.”
“More like a fairy godmother,” I smile. “Genies have bigger bellies.”
“So I get to choose anything…do anything I like.”
“Well…” Panicking slightly, I start to wonder about all the things he might want to do that would be outside of what I find acceptable. I might have been a virgin, but I didn’t grow up with my head under a rock. I know some people have strange kinks, and I’m not down with being degraded in any way. I don’t think that’s what Scott is into, but I don’t yet know him well enough to be sure.
“I’m not going to ask for anything you’d be uncomfortable with,” he says softly.
“What are you going to ask me?”
“Would you kneel for me?”
“Kneel?”
“On the floor, between my legs. I think watching you like that, sucking my dick, might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole goddamned life.”
Wow…that could be hot as hell, I think, but I guess I won’t really know until I try. “Okay.”
A whoosh of air leaves Scott’s lips as I slide out of bed and onto the floor. He shifts, so his legs are either side of me, holding his rock-hard cock like a nightstick in the dark. “If you want to stop, just tell me, okay?” he says.