Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 52(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
“Joke,” he rasped when I began unfastening his belt. His head fell back against the wall with a soft moan when I circled my hand around his thick, leaking cock. His tip was an angry red color, desperate for my mouth. And I was damn ready to give him what he needed.
Sinking to my knees in front of him, I wrapped my lips around him, quickly sucking him to the back of my throat. He moaned again, his fingers sinking into my medium-length dark hair and tugging on the strands, angling my head just right so he could fuck his thick cock down my tight throat.
I groaned around him, my hands sliding around his hips to grip his ass through his worn jeans. His glutes tightened as he thrust in and out of my mouth. Hazel eyes, both warm and darkened to a greener color, stared down at me through heavy lids. His tattoos moved along his skin as his muscles bunched and flexed, a clear sign he was already close to the edge.
I swallowed around him, my eyes locked on his, and he gritted his teeth, snarling my name as he came down my throat. I swallowed all of it before popping off, my breathing heavy. Gripping the front of my cut, he tugged me off the floor and smashed our mouths together. I sank into him, greedily taking everything he had to offer me as he tasted himself on my tongue.
“Your mouth is fucking sinful,” he muttered before he released me.
I flashed him a wicked grin. “Turn that shower on and get naked, and we’ll see what else about me is sinful, babe.”
3
Macie
The lack of warmth and hard bodies on either side of me slowly dragged me out of my sleep. The room was warm now from the heater, and the steady thrum of the unit beneath the window filled the quiet of the room. I rubbed at my eyes and rolled onto my back, searching the darkness for the two men who’d rescued me from the side of the road and offered me a place in their room.
But they were missing.
Frowning, I sat up, holding the blanket up to my shoulders. Had they left me here alone? They didn’t seem like the type to do that, but what did I know? But then again, where would they go in this weather? Not far, that was for sure. Not on those bikes.
The sound of a shower turning on reached my ears, and I relaxed. I hadn’t been left here alone. I hadn’t been all that keen on being alone in a motel during a potential blizzard to begin with, but my options had been limited. Now that I had their company, I didn’t want to be by myself. The mere idea left me with a pit of dread in my stomach.
A man’s low moan sounded from the bathroom, and my cheeks flushed. Something hard hit a wall, and then, someone groaned. My skin was on fire now as it became clear exactly where the two men were. I curled my fingers into the blanket, clutching it tighter to me as I tried to ignore what was clearly happening in the bathroom. But it was impossible when those sounds were all I could hear in the quiet of the motel room. And I had no idea where the TV remote was so I could turn on the television.
I had no idea how long I sat there trying not to picture the two of them together and how beautiful I knew they’d look. Eventually, their noises stopped, and a little after that, the shower turned off. When the bathroom door opened, I heard one of them chuckle. “Well, Mason, looks like we woke her up.”
“I told you to be quiet, Joke,” Mason muttered as he stepped out as well.
I roughly cleared my throat, wincing at how sore it was. That was definitely going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow. “I wasn’t trying to listen,” I promised, hating how raspy my voice sounded. I was going to be so sick tomorrow. Ugh.
Fuck you, Dalton.
“We didn’t mean to wake you,” Mason said as he rubbed his towel over his long, dirty-blonde hair. His muscles flexed, along with his abs, making the tattoos on his skin ripple. My mouth went dry, and it took every bit of effort I had to rip my eyes away and stop ogling him. Not only was it disrespectful, but he was clearly already in a committed relationship with Joke.
Joke pushed his hand under his shirt to scratch his flat stomach, revealing a sliver of inked skin. My heart did a weird skip and flip in my chest, and I stared down at my lap, willing my nipples to unharden and for my mind to get out the damn gutter.