Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Tangled was an understatement to describe the web we’d weaved.
“Then you know what to do,” he responded without mercy.
As if he knew I was standing on a precipice, his strokes slowed, becoming deeper, longer.
And then he lifted his head to stare into my eyes.
The genuine need for me in his own is what captured me in the end. I was lost in his silver gaze and the scent of berries when I heard myself say it. I leapt off the cliff, but I didn’t fall.
I flew.
“Yes.” My voice was lower than a whisper, but it rang loud in my heart.
“What was that?” Jericho’s eyes had lit up as if he were watching me fly, so I knew he’d heard me. He just wouldn’t make this easy.
“Yes.” I was louder now, but still not enough.
“They can’t hear you, Braxton. Let them hear you,” he urged. His pace was picking up again, his breathing deepening, telling me he was close to coming. On either side of us, Houston and Loren looked on, both silent and still and waiting.
“Yes.”
“Louder!” Jericho barked while shoving himself inside of me.
“Yes!” I repeated on a short, high cry. He’d never gone that deep before. “Yes, I’m yours. I’m yours.”
“Aw, fuck,” he moaned lowly before smashing his lips against mine. His thrusts shortened, becoming more erratic and frenzied as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck, baby,” he growled with his lips still attached to mine. “I—”
Suddenly, Jericho stiffened with a grunt, and I knew he’d let himself come.
I wondered what he’d been about to say.
He started kissing me again, and all thought fled as I melted under his tenderness now that I was his.
“All right, you stingy motherfucker,” Loren griped. “Quit hogging her. We want to celebrate too.”
Jericho kissed me a few seconds more before carefully sliding himself out of me as he lifted up.
I felt the soreness right away.
“What?” he asked with a confused frown when he noticed his friends watching him. Turning my head to Houston and then Loren, I realized that they were as shocked by Rich’s dominance as I had been despite the show they put on.
“Nothing,” Loren answered, keeping his amusement from his gaze. “I’m just glad to be a top and not a bottom, is all.”
As Loren took over kissing me while Rich fixed his clothes, Houston stood from the bed. I didn’t know where he’d gone until I heard the water in the bathroom running. Loren was still kissing me and promising to be the best boyfriend ever when the bed dipped with Houston’s weight again. A moment later, I felt the warmth from a wet cloth between my legs as he gently began to clean me.
We didn’t have sex again.
As the events of the night came rushing back, I knew it was because I’d fallen asleep before Houston was even done cleaning me. The next morning I woke up and found myself lying on Jericho’s chest and still wearing Loren’s medallion. I didn’t understand why I was on top of Rich until I turned my head left and then right and found that Houston and Loren were in bed with us too.
They’d kept Jericho and me in the middle while they slept on opposite edges. The sun must have barely risen because not even Houston was awake yet.
As I admired his mussed hair, pursed lips, and naked chest slowly rising and falling, I wondered why I’d woken so early.
I knew the answer before the question could fully form. My mind was too restless to sleep through the morning. Houston, Loren, and Jericho had gotten me out of my head, but it had only lasted a short while.
The questions and doubt were back now and with a vengeance.
As carefully and quietly as I could, I left the bed and my bandmates sleeping in it.
I guess…technically…they were my boyfriends now.
I’m sure that’s what I had agreed to last night. I just wasn’t sure if I was up to deliver.
Shuffling out of the bedroom and through the bunk area, I intended to use the half bath in the front because I didn’t want to risk waking the guys. I needed the quiet time alone to think without one of them literally trying to fuck me out of my mind.
The moment I stepped through the sliding door, I stopped in my tracks at the sight of a dark-haired woman sitting with her back to me at the kitchen table like she belonged there.
“Hello?”
“Dude, why the fuck is your dick in my hip?” Loren shoved me off him before I could respond.
Slowly, my eyes opened, and I looked around.
Where the hell was I?
It wasn’t until my vision cleared that I recognized the bedroom and noticed the fact that my best friends and I were in it alone. I immediately climbed off, my motion startling Houston awake and annoying Loren, who sucked his teeth. Houston slowly rose to sit on the edge of the bed while Loren rolled over onto his stomach and fell back asleep.