Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
No, mom might have wanted to give me big brothers, but what she’s given me is three huge live-in boyfriends. If she knew, she’d be horrified.
Disgusted.
Furious.
There’s a thesaurus of words to describe my mom’s potential disappointment.
“I’d better get some rest,” I say, not wanting to risk hearing any more emotional platitudes.
Mom leaves after placing a kiss on the top of my head like she did when I was young, and I have to swallow four times to get rid of the lump in my throat.
Even though it’s late, I shower, and when I’ve brushed my hair and covered my skin with cream, I slip between the cool sheets to sleep alone for the first time in a week.
I’m not alone for long.
24
ELLIE
Micky comes to me first, waking me with soft kisses on the back of my neck and his big warm hand resting against my belly. He makes a gently shushing sound in my ear when I stir, tugging me back against the hard bar of his cock.
Giving into him is foolish.
The risk that I bowed to the first time we were together now feels magnified by a thousand. But I can’t resist the slow stroke of his finger over my clit on the way he slides it inside me, testing how wet I am. He’s so quick at rolling on a condom, and by the time he pushes into me from behind, I’m slick and open and ready. Biting my lip is the only way I can keep from crying out. It’s so hot beneath the covers, but neither of us throws them off for fear of being naked and exposed. My mind goes to the possibility of being discovered by his father or my mother and the small chance I would be able to hide him beneath my comforter.
Stupid risks.
Amazing sex.
We rock together as though we’ve been dancing this way for years. Everything between us is soft and fluid, urgent and beautiful.
I pull his hand to my face and take his thumb into my mouth, missing the multiple penetrations I’ve become used to so quickly. He realizes what I need immediately, sliding his other thumb between the cheeks of my ass and pushing against my taint with an alternating rhythm to his thrusts.
“Micky,” I whisper softly against his thumb. “Seb, Colby.” I’m used to all their names tumbling from my mouth before I come, and tonight is no different.
When I surrender to the orgasm, it’s liquid and beautiful, slick, and black as oil, bright as the morning sun. Clenching around Micky, I want to draw him in so that our bodies never part.
A tear leaks from the corner of my eye, trickling over my temple and into my messy hair. I’m grateful that in the dark, Micky can’t see how emotional I am.
He comes so quietly; I wouldn’t have known, but for the swelling and pulsing of his cock. He’s quick to pull out and clean up, kissing my neck and across the back of my shoulders.
I love you, dances in my mind but never makes it to my tongue because even just the fleeting thought makes me seize with fear.
Love isn’t easy. It isn’t kind. It doesn’t care what mess it makes after. It’s selfish and hurtful, filled with betrayal and loss. I don’t want it to split my heart open like an overripe fruit.
“I’m going to go,” Micky whispers, “just in case.”
“Okay,” I say softly. “Night.”
One last lingering kiss before he leaves.
Three seconds of hesitation while he scans my face, looking for answers I’m not ready to provide, not sure enough to declare the truth for himself.
I love you.
It’s in the tentative graze of his fingers over my cheek. It’s in the softness of his green eyes which rest on me in the darkness.
He leaves and takes a piece of my heart with him.
Ten minutes pass, and I’m still awake when my door creaks again.
I don’t turn to find out which of the brothers is calling on me next, but I know as soon as Colby grips my hip with his big, demanding hand that it’s him.
“Did Micky warm you up?” he asks, letting his hand drift over my belly and breasts, seeking all the softness that I’ve come to realize he likes so much.
“Yes,” I breathe, grateful that he’s going to focus on the physical.
“Is your pussy wet?”
Oh god, the rumble of his voice and the warmth of his breath against my ear send a static rush of nerves up my neck and over my scalp.
“So wet.” Just the way he likes it.
“That’s good.” Colby makes a low hum, like a cat purring with contentment, when he discovers it for himself. Thick fingers find out just how messy I am between my thighs. Clever fingers sheath his cock in record time. When he tries to turn me, I push my ass into him, hoping my veiled demand will be enough. I know I couldn’t look at him without crying.