Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“What? You can’t tell me you don’t like it. I bet you’re so nice and wet for him. He loves your taste; can’t you hear him moan?”
She paused for a moment and they both heard Ian make a low murmur of pleasure.
Maggie’s mouth dropped open and he ran a finger along her lower lip. “Now, get your lips back around my dick, baby girl.”
Fuck. She took him deep, swallowing. Then she hummed. Jack had to fight hard not to come too quickly.
It felt so damn good.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhh.” She slid off his dick as she came, her head flying back, hair spreading out.
He loved her like this. When she let go of everything and just let herself feel.
Ian slid around onto his knees and grasped her hips as he slowly entered her.
“Mouth around my dick again, baby,” he commanded.
She obeyed instantly.
Fuck, he loved that. Loved it when she did what he told her to. She took him right up to that peak as Ian thrust inside her, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure. It took a lot to shake Ian up, to make him let go. But as Jack roared with pleasure, she was aware of Ian’s own shout, the way the bed rocked with their joint release.
She swallowed every drop of him and Jack ran his fingers down her cheek, waiting for Ian to pull free of her. As Ian slid off the bed and went to get a washcloth, Jack drew her up into his chest.
“You’re our precious baby girl,” he told her. “So gorgeous and sweet. And you are fucking amazing at blow jobs.”
“Jack!” She slapped his chest, but a giggle escaped her.
Damn, he loved making her laugh.
Ian returned and cleaned her up, before dressing her in a pair of silky pajamas.
“Where did these come from?” she asked.
“I bought them for you. Do you like them?” Ian asked, a slight blush in his cheeks.
“For me? Oh, I love them. Thank you!” She wrapped herself around the big guy like a monkey.
Jack left the room as Beck texted to let them know that he and William were back, giving her and Ian some privacy.
But when he returned fifteen minutes later, he slid in behind her. She was snuggled up to Ian’s bare chest and he was reading to her from a book.
That same medical romance.
“What are we up to here?” Jack asked as he slid his hand down her stomach to cup her pussy.
She sucked in a breath, but he just kept his hand there.
“Daddy’s reading me a bedtime story.”
“Not sure that’s a very appropriate story for a Little one,” Jack told her.
“Well, he tried to tell me a fairy tale but wasn’t very good at it. He kept mixing them all up.”
Ian snorted. “They all end the same anyway.”
“It’s not always the ending, Daddy. It’s the journey you take to get there.”
“Well, keep reading, Daddy number two,” Jack said. “You might be able to get some ideas.”
Ignoring Ian’s grumbling, Jack cuddled into his girl.
Perfect.
47
Maggie was floating on air.
These last couple of days had been almost magical. Better than her wildest dreams. Jack and Ian had showered her with attention. Which was the one thing she needed.
For people to touch her in a caring way. To actually show interest in her wellbeing.
And to nurture her Little.
Yesterday, things had felt so right when Jameson joined them. As though it was always meant to be the four of them.
But was that just wishful thinking?
Whistling, she helped her uncle set up. The princess and princes were due at any moment. Ian and Jack had helped erect two tents, one was for royal family if they wanted privacy to get changed or needed to sit, while the other was for all the crew and equipment.
Her gaze narrowed as she watched one of the make-up artists flirt with Ian. There were four hair and make-up artists. Two of them were already here and two had stayed back to help the princess get ready at the palace.
Ian just stared down at the woman in disinterest. Then he glanced over at her and winked.
She felt herself blushing.
“You seem happy, my dear,” Uncle Willy said to her as he took a few shots.
“I guess I am.”
“Good. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s you.”
“Thanks, Uncle Willy.”
“This place agrees with you, doesn’t it?” She looked over to find him grinning at her. “Or is it that two men agree with you?”
“Uncle Willy!” she cried, blushing red. “Both, I think.”
He chuckled, then grew serious. “What would you think about spending more time here?”
She straightened. “Really?”
“Hmm. I haven’t felt this at home since . . . well, since Lia died. I thought getting away from here was the answer, but perhaps it wasn’t. We’d still have to travel a lot. But we could make Escana our base.”
“Would we be allowed to do that?”