Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“There you go. Feels good, huh?” Marcus said as he increased his pace.
Once Gus was sure that I was more than okay, he straightened up and pressed the head of his cock against my lips. When I took him into my mouth and started sucking, he groaned and tilted his head back.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, shallowly thrusting past my lips.
I moaned around his cock, already feeling how slick my thighs were as I got wetter and wetter. Feeling Gus’s fingers roll my nipple made another wave of pleasure crash down on me, nudging me closer and closer to my peak.
Pleased sounds poured from the three of us, filling the tattoo shop with obscene noise. I could hear murmurs from the others as they watched the show, commenting on how sexy I looked and how good I took them. I was surprised by my own limits, and I was glad I took risks with them. They blew my mind every single time.
“You’re making it hard to last. Do you know how hot this is?” Marcus told me.
I could only let out a muffled moan in response as Gus rocked into my mouth, thrusting himself deeper and deeper. I knew how dirty the scene looked, but it only turned me on even more, and I found myself digging my nails into the tattoo table as my orgasm started to approach.
“Just a little more,” Gus grunted, managing a few more thrusts before finishing with a groan.
I took in all of him before he pulled out, my lips glistening as they parted in a blissful gasp. I tilted my head up, watching Marcus fuck me without holding back. His toned body flexed with each thrust, and all I had to do was meet his dark eyes before succumbing to the pure euphoria that ravaged me. With a violent shudder, my orgasm struck me like a train, knocking the breath from me and making my eyes squeeze shut.
Marcus grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer as he slammed into me one more time, spilling inside of me with a breathless curse. He let his head hang for a few moments as he pulled out and caught his breath, reeling from the intensity.
“You perfect, perfect woman,” he murmured before running his hands over my thighs. “All used up. Filled up.”
I suddenly sat up with a worried look on my face. My eyes darted to Bryce, remembering that he finished inside of me.
“We didn’t use protection,” I blurted out, not even thinking about that in the heat of the moment. Telling from the lifted eyebrows and wide eyes from the others, they hadn’t thought of it either. We were so focused on what we wanted to do that we forgot what we needed to do. “I can’t raise another child on my own.”
“Woah, woah. It’s okay,” Marcus said as he cupped my face, making me look him in the eyes. “First off, you wouldn’t raise the baby on your own.”
“No way,” Baker spoke up as the others started gravitating toward me, soon surrounding me and reaching out to brush my face, my hair, my back, and my hands in comforting touches.
Marlo placed his hand on my thigh.
“If you ever got pregnant from one of us, we’d all be right there with you to raise the baby and Chloe. We’d never leave you all alone,” he promised me with a serious look on his face.
Gradually, my stress started to melt away as I looked between all of them, seeing that they were all on the same page. I couldn’t remember a time when I felt so much support from so many people, and it was relieving to know that I wasn’t alone. I was more cared for than ever before by men I never saw coming.
Chapter 13
Marlo
A mix of light chatter, friendly laughter, and soft rock music filled the tattoo shop as excited clients had ink permanently put on their bodies.
I stood at the front desk looking over the schedule for the next few days, glancing up every so often to witness the magic of art and trust.
Perhaps, that was one of the most rewarding parts of being a tattoo artist. Our work became a permanent part of these people’s lives. It was a huge change and risk, and I was facing that myself.
Despite how happy I felt about having Madison back in me and the other guys’ lives, I couldn’t shake the wary feeling that lingered in the back of my mind. I hadn’t been looking to get seriously involved with someone any time soon as I continued focusing on my sobriety and supporting the guys, who had become part of my family. When it came to Madison, I wasn’t a fool. I knew there was something going on between us and her that was more than just lust like it had been with other women.