Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
My nails pierced his skin as number two hit me, exploding a million billion fireworks behind my eyes.
Pulling out, he scraped my bottom lip between his teeth, then kissed me sweet. “Lick me clean.”
I blinked, my red cheeks coming back fast. “I thought I was in charge.”
“You are. It’s what you were going to say you wanted next.”
“Wow.” A grin tugged at my lips. “You are smooth, O’Rourke. No one can deny that. But...” I sat up, looking at him through hooded eyes. “Your cock in my mouth is exactly what I wanted next. Crazy how you read my mind.”
I bent at the waist, getting eye level with the oversized beast I was putting in my mouth. People made cracks about guys with big muscles and small dicks, but Wilder put all those digs to shame. There was nothing small about it as it stretched my lips and filled my mouth. The taste of me coated my tongue, and I moaned—feeling his thighs contract beneath my hands again.
My eyes popped open.
It wasn’t the two fingers sliding past my folds that startled me. I was quite used to that. It was the thumb gently probing my other hole, asking for permission.
This was new. I never thought about trying what he was clearly proposing, but only because my imagination didn’t stretch that far yet. Whatever new things the guys wanted to do, I wanted to do.
That’s how a girl learns what she likes.
I nodded around him, sucking harder. He grunted short and sharp, sending a bolt of lightning through my core. I loved making him make that sound. It was only our second time and I was already addicted.
Wilder dipped inside me, then teased my juices around my hole. Dear Thor, why was he so sinfully sexy?
I squirmed as he slid inside both holes. Discomfort rocked me, and I bore down around him.
“Easy, baby.” He ran his fingers through my hair, soft and soothing against my scalp. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
I took a moment to get used to the sensation. After a beat, my head started bobbing, taking him in deeper and deeper down my throat. Wasn’t that the universal sign for go time?
Must be because Wilder started moving too. In. Out. In. Out. Working three fingers inside me and picking up his pace as he went.
The discomfort disappeared, leaving behind only satisfying pleasure. What kind of naughty triangle did we make? I could only imagine what the guys would think if they looked out the window and saw us. Were they turned on? Were they furiously stroking their cocks and wishing my lips were around them right then? Were they seconds away from making that happen?
A sudden vision of Wilder, Cato, Lucien, Rafael, Victor, and Adonis tag-teaming me popped into my head.
“Hphm!” I bent my back in half, coming so violently on his fingers that I fell out of the hammock, Wilder coming out of my mouth with a “pop.” Too late, he was already coming. Hot ropes of cum shot out, doubling him over and ripping all the delicious grunts and moans I collected from him.
I gasped on the wooden slats—too dizzy and humming on the aftershocks of my orgasm to feel any pain.
“And that’s three,” Wilder said. “How’d you end up down there?”
“Feel free to pick me up at any time.”
Wilder scooped me giggling into his arms and dropped on the hammock, holding me close. “How’d I do?” he whispered, kissing the soft spot under my ear. “Did I take your mind off it?”
“Yeah.” I burrowed under his chin. “Why are you so good at everything you do, O’Rourke?”
“It’s going to be okay, Luna. I promise.” His fingertips glided down my spine, rippling goose bumps on my back. “In the end, we’ll make it all right.”
I didn’t say anything. The two of us just swung for a while, holding each other while we hung on to this peaceful, perfect moment for as long as we could.
Lucien, his cane, and a deep-purple vest with matching coattails stepped out onto the porch.
“Luna, are you ready to go? Your ride’s here.”
Wilder and I untangled ourselves from each other and got dressed. My mind left our steamy, perfect world too quick. It was time to return to the real one—where my sister was dead, and the demon who caused it still ran free.
I kissed Wilder and Lucien goodbye, then left around the side of the building instead of going through the house. Only Wilder knew what I was about to do. I couldn’t chance the others seeing my face, reading the misery in my eyes, asking what was wrong, or changing my mind.
This had to be done. The longer this battle with Everleigh continued, the longer my eyes opened to the truth. Choice is an illusion. In war, there is only sacrifice.
Ronin idled in front of the beach house—a silent, intimidating presence that smothered the whole car. Throughout the ride, I stared at the back of his head, wondering who he was in his real life and why he stepped out of it to chauffeur a teenage girl around. My father had to trust him since he entrusted my safety to Ronin.