Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
I tangled my legs with Capone’s. “Catch a nap with us,” I said quietly, shutting my eyes.
“I’m not naked,” Capone rumbled, but he settled in, getting comfortable, his hand still joined with Rider’s on top of April’s ribs.
I chuckled. “We can remedy that,” I rumbled, thrusting against his jean-clad ass.
He snorted. “Get some rest, Tank,” he said instead.
CHAPTER 6
Brewer
Capone walked his fingers up my bare abs, and a shuddered breath slid from between my parted lips at his sure touch. His other hand slid along my bare thigh, his callouses scraping over my skin. I shifted the slightest bit, and both of us moaned when his dick brushed my prostate.
Christ, he was so deep inside of me. I was so full, and I dreaded the moment I was empty again.
“You’re always so fucking tight,” Capone hissed as he flexed his abs, forcing himself to remain still. I wanted April with us before we came, and Capone was trying to respect that. I’d spent the night in Capone’s bed, and he’d fucked us both stupid, but this morning, I wanted my connection with my girl before we got off again. I craved her like I was missing a limb.
“If she doesn’t hurry up,” Capone rumbled, eyeing the door with impatience, “I’m going to take what I want.”
My entire body trembled at the sensual promise in his words. A smirk tilted his lips as he locked his eyes back on mine. “You said she had a rough day yesterday,” I panted, digging my nails into his abs when he intentionally flexed his cock inside of me.
When I’d heard that, I’d wanted to rush into Rider’s room to check on her, where she had still been passed out. But Capone had kissed me to the point I couldn’t remember my name and pulled me upstairs to his room. And I’d followed, easily submitting to him, knowing he knew what was best when it came to her.
“She did,” he said, shrugging a shoulder, but I could see the storm brewing in his eyes. He hated it when she had rough days. They made him a bit murderous. “Tank and Rider overstimulated her. But I’m not a patient man, Brewer.”
I sighed. I knew that. Fuck, none of us were unless it came to April. Most of the time, for her, all seven of us had the patience of a fucking saint. But even I knew when Capone was inside of me like this, his patience with her was thin. The man had an insatiable sex drive, and it was taking every bit of his restraint to not fuck up into me and make me lose my mind.
The door finally slowly opened, and April slipped in, shutting the door back behind her with a soft click. When she turned to face us, her breath hitched in her throat, and she licked her lips, her cheeks coloring a beautiful shade of pink.
She had no business being as beautiful as she was. Absolutely none. But at least she was ours, and we could protect that beauty.
“There she is,” I rumbled, twisting my upper body with a hiss to hold my hand out to her. She was only wearing one of Tank’s shirts, and it swallowed her, the neckline so big that it slipped off one of her shoulders. I bet she would even smell like him, and I licked my lips at the thought.
Fuck.
“Strip,” Capone ordered as she neared the bed.
Without hesitation, she pulled Tank’s shirt over her head, dropping it to Capone’s apartment floor before she tugged her black, cheeky panties down her thick thighs. I groaned at the sight of her pale, tattooed, curvy body. Fuck, she was so damn stunning. I had no idea what any of us had done to ever deserve her, but I’d never take having her in our lives for granted.
Sex with her was phenomenal, but her companionship was everything. She was so sweet and caring, and she loved all of us in exactly the way we needed to be loved. She picked up on all of our love languages to fucking easily—like it was second nature. I was the kind of man who craved physical closeness, though I didn’t like asking for it. And she picked up the signs that I needed to be with someone so damn easily. She knew exactly when I needed her and how.
Even though there were seven of us to take care of her, I still felt like the seven of us together weren’t enough for her. She was so fucking selfless, so giving. I knew we owned every single part of her, and I hoped she knew she owned us in turn. The best thing we could give her was ourselves, and fuck if we weren’t giving her every piece we had.
“Come here,” I rumbled.