Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Kyrin,” I murmur softly, tilting my head back and reaching for Eli’s dick beside me. “In my mouth.” Eli squeezes himself roughly, lining up with my face as I flick my tongue over the top of his cock, licking around the curve of his head. My muscles tense as Kyrin continues playing with my clit and I suck Eli deeper into my mouth, screaming through my orgasm around his cock.
Kyrin stands at the edge of the bed, lowering himself on top while reaching for Eli as I catch my breath. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, my muscles throbbing with fatigue, but Eli drags me with him toward Kyrin.
Kyrin points to the bed. “Lie down.” Eli lies flat as Kyrin grips on his cock, staring down at both of us. He’s rock hard, angry veins swollen over his flesh. They’re both gloriously beautiful—everywhere. “Tired?” Kyrin asks, one eyebrow quirked. He stands between Eli’s legs, slowly stroking himself. I watch as his long fingers wrap around and find myself crawling across the bed like a starved kitten, despite the fact I’ve been fucked more than I ever have before. I spread my legs wide over Eli, who locks his arms around my thighs.
I stare up at Kyrin from below, running my tongue over the base of his cock, all the way up to the tip. “More like hungry.” His hand is fisted in my hair, tugging me to the side. I suck him into my mouth, taking him all the way in. My throat tightens before I slowly pull out, leaving a trail of saliva behind. I begin crawling backward, our eyes staying on each other. The darkness he carries around him is always in full force when he’s in the bedroom. All of the demons he keeps caged are fed by sex. Eli stops me over his face, lowering me down onto his mouth.
My eyes close as his tongue dives into my entrance, and I reach for his cock. Softly tugging him, I watch as Kyrin slowly enters Eli and all the fatigue my muscles just felt is gone, replaced with adrenaline. Leaning down, I suck Eli into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around his head. His tongue moves faster and I suck faster. I look up at Kyrin to find him already watching me, squeezing Eli’s thighs as he relentlessly slams into him. I keep my eyes on his, sucking Eli’s cock rough and hard as he groans against my entrance, sucking on my clit.
Kyrin reaches for my hair, wrapping it around his wrist and taking charge of my pace. Lost in the groans and bodies slapping between us, sweat falls over my body, the skin on my scalp pulled tight from Kyrin’s grip.
“Come, baby. Now,” Kyrin demands, and I do. I let go with vicious oscillation that convulses through my body. “Fuuccckkk!” Kyrin groans, his head tilting back and all the veins in his neck swelling. Eli slaps my ass cheek so hard I pounce before hot liquid hits the back of my throat. I swallow and lap up every bit, slowly sucking myself up to his tip. Kyrin pulls out of Eli and I collapse to the side, my lungs on fire and my throat parched. My heart rate is pulsing like an electric current, propelling my blood through my veins. My eyes feel heavy, my mind blank. Nothing but darkness lives here…
I know she hasn’t forgiven me. I know there’s a fat chance she probably never will, but it doesn’t matter to me. They both belong with me and not even she can deny that.
I walk through the entrance to the tent, finding all three of my brothers seated among chatter. King looks up at me as I lower myself down onto the chair beside him. “Kohen is coming in for a while.”
“Really?” I ask, lighting the cigarette between my fingers. I can still smell the sex on my skin as I bring the end to my lips and inhale. “I can’t imagine why.”
“We will most likely need him in the coming days. Our parents are all coming back, too, and the sooner we bury this shit, the sooner we can get back on the road. It’s too messy to just ignore and continue on tour when there’s a high probability that the drama is going to follow.” I watch Keaton as he moves through the motions of being agitated. I’ve known all The Brothers all of my life, but Keaton and I have a different kind of bond. Because of his issues, he always spent more time at our place than he ever did at his own, so I’ve come to recognize his tics when he’s about to flip out.
“I can’t fucking have any of this shit falling back on Cartier.”
There it is.