Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
The branch was pretty wide, and I didn’t feel like I’d fall, but I appreciated it when Jude moved behind me and put his hands on my back. I appreciated it even more when he rubbed my shoulders. “Ooh, don’t stop,” I moaned.
“Shit,” Parker said, turning away. “When you moan like that… “ He trailed off and I suspected he’d turned away to adjust himself.
“Let’s have a little talk,” Mason said, his hands on his hips. Then his eyes fell on the plastic cup in my hands. “Are you done with that?”
I looked down. There was only an inch left of the screwdriver and it hadn’t been that good to begin with. “Yes, I’ll just—”
He grabbed it from me and gulped down the rest. “Good.” He let the cup fall to the grass at the base of the tree.
“Hey,” I protested, totally breaking the mood. “You can’t just leave that—”
Jude leaned in, his nose nuzzling in my hair. “We’ll get it later.” His fingers, strong from years of guitar, piano, and drums, continued working the knots out of my shoulders.
Mason put his hands on my bare knees, easing them several inches apart. “Tell me why you wore that skirt tonight.”
I blushed. “It’s a party.”
He pulled my knees farther apart, pressing his body in between them. “Don’t give me that. You know what I’m asking. Tell us what you want.”
God, he was so close. And he looked and smelled so damn good. Blood pounded between my legs, making me squirm.
Jude leaned forward and smoothed my hair away from my ear. “You want more, don’t you?” His voice was low and rumbly. “More than just bedtime stories and battery-operated toys.”
“Yes,” I breathed. Then I took a quick peek at Parker. He grinned back, and I was fairly certain Jude and Mason didn’t know I’d already sampled a bit more with him.
“You want our hands on your body.” Mason’s voice was as smooth as silk. No, as smooth as sex—if that was a thing.
It wasn’t a question, but I whispered, “Yes.”
“I told you to wear a skirt if you wanted this,” he said. “And you could’ve worn any damn skirt. But instead, you wore the shortest one you could find, didn’t you?”
“I, umm…” It was hard to think when he was so close, saying such intimate things. “I don’t have that many skirts, and—”
“Bullshit,” Mason whispered. “You know how much we like seeing your bare legs. You torment us with them every day.” He slid his hands up and down my thighs—or at least, I thought he did. It took me a moment to realize he was stroking my right leg and Parker was stroking my left. “And tonight your legs are every bit as bare… but you don’t have those shorts to protect you.”
He slid his hand forward and his fingertip grazed my panties. I jolted and Jude pressed up behind me, keeping me steady.
“Kiss me,” Mason demanded, his finger still pressing the fabric against my heated folds.
I cupped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him toward me, my lips already parting. I initiated the kiss, but he quickly took over, crushing his mouth against mine and setting the pace.
Cool night air caressed the side of my neck as someone smoothed my hair back. At first, I thought it was Mason, but then I felt another pair of lips on my skin. Jude was just tall enough to be able to reach me from behind.
God, it felt amazing. Mason ravished my mouth while Jude nibbled at the side of my throat. Sensations overwhelmed me and my muscles loosened as I moaned. It didn’t matter, though. Two strong men were pressed up against me, holding me up. And making me moan even louder.
And then there were three.
Parker put his foot on the branch next to me, hoisting himself up, straddling the wide branch as he faced me. The gentle slope of the branch caused him to slide into me, the hard bulge of his crotch pressing against my side. Then there was a hand in my hair and another mouth on my neck.
Holy crap.
Three men kissed me all at once. I’d never even fantasized about such a thing because it seemed impossible, but it wasn’t. Did Ronnie and her men know about this? Shivers ran up and down my spine as they kissed me.
Parker’s hand squeezed my thigh and I moaned again. My back arched and my head tilted back, giving Jude and Parker more access, but ending the kiss with Mason. He growled and gripped my upper arm, pulling me back. His mouth smashed against mine again and it felt so damn good, I almost purred with pleasure.
At last, Mason sucked my lower lip into his mouth, stretching it a little and then let it slide out. “Ready for more, sweetheart?” His voice was husky and I wondered if he realized he’d called me sweetheart instead of sweet cheeks.