Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Until I try to speak, I don’t realize how short of breath I am, my sides heaving like I’ve just run a race. “Can I h-have your come, Daddy?”
Zeke catches my mouth for a long kiss as soon as I’m finished asking the question, one hand’s fingers weaving in my hair, the other finding my nipples and playing with them until everything, everything begins to tighten. Oh God, it’s happening again, different this time. Instead of my clit being rubbed and stimulated, it’s a place deep inside me I never knew existed. And it’s being rammed again and again, making my vision double, then triple.
“Goddamn. She’s starting to shake again, man.” Zeke’s voice smokes out against my lips, his tongue smoothing along the seem of my panting mouth. “I know a little virgin who loves to fuck.” He shakes his head, a wicked glint in his eye. “Coming for your brother and your Daddy in the same night. That pussy is tight, but shit, baby, it’s greedy.”
Whether it’s the forbidden fantasy or Nick’s never-ending torture of that place deep inside me, my muscles begin to clench and shudder. “Oh my God. Daddy. Don’t stop.”
Nick’s fingers slip between my legs and I come with one crude tweak of his fingers, my body fragmenting and flying around the room, my sex contracting so hard, I scream bloody murder. And that’s when Zeke presses my upper half down into the mattress, muffling my cries as Nick pounds into my body one final time, roaring my name as heat floods me. It mixes with the liquid heat Zeke left inside me, overflowing and dribbling down my inner thighs. It doesn’t end. Nick continues to jerk my hips back, choked curses rasping from his mouth as he thrustthrustthrusts.
I’m not sure how long Nick’s peak lasts, but I fade in and out of consciousness, Zeke’s voice a reassurance in my ear. Three victims of an earthquake, battling out the final aftershock together. When it’s over, my body is quickly wedged in between two heaving, lathered male chests, arms wrapped around me tight. Their lips tunnel through my hair, land on my face, my lips and shoulders.
“Amazing girl. Our Penny.”
“No one will ever take you away.”
“Lie still. Let our come do what it’s supposed to do, baby.”
“Took her hard, brave little thing.”
I fall asleep surrounded by strong, loving heartbeats and the comforting belief that everything is going to be all right, as long as I have these men.
How quickly things can change.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nick
G od, she’s beautiful when she sleeps. Her long, blonde hair is in disarray on the pillows, her mouth in a pouting bow. Zeke’s fingers are still curled around some strands of her hair, as if he passed out in the process of bringing it toward his nose for a sniff. The swells of her sweet, young tits rest on my chest, her nipples lost in my chest hair. I’ve got a hard-on to beat the fucking band. It’s pressed in between Penny’s belly and my own, begging for her pussy, but no way I’m taking her again tonight. She’s worn out, still covered in our come and definitely sore.
I told myself I’d take her with more care. Didn’t happen that way, though. She gives me feverlust, this girl. When she’s in that take-me-take-me state, like earlier tonight, control is futile. Lord, she accepted me so good in that tight body, milking me dry until I fucking collapsed. She’s more incredible than anything I could have imagined—and while I’m still not fucking happy about sharing her with another man, I’m starting to understand why she finds it’s necessary.
Penny is…love. That’s a fanciful thing for an old bastard like me to say. Or even think. But hell if it isn’t true. She’s full of love, this girl we rescued from the flames. There’s too much inside of her to give only one man. It’s selfish of me to want to hoard that love all to myself, but that’s my instinct. Doing so would hurt Penny, though, and I’m not capable of making her unhappy. Her happiness has become my reason for getting up every morning.
Which is why I hate lying to her. Even by omission. I told Penny I had a meeting yesterday, but didn’t tell her where. Or why. The suspicious nature of the fire that killed Penny’s father got the cops involved early. My friend at the police department came through with a tip—my meeting yesterday was with him at the precinct. I was already aware of Penny’s father’s gambling debts, but now I know his creditor.
Boris Volkov. A Russian mob giant with a lot of influence, not to mention murderous tendencies. A man who’s been suspected of setting more than one fire. What my cop friend told me chilled me to the bone. When a gambling debt goes unpaid, Volkov goes after the entire family. Penny was meant to die in the fire…and Volkov likely won’t stop trying to stub out her light.