Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I make an involuntary sound of protest, though, when the men start to put their shirts back on. “Do you have to? I can turn the heat up.”
That gets me three grins, all on the naughty side, and I hurry over to adjust the thermostat, then return to the kitchen to dish up their food. We all share, and while we eat, Gray and I on the two armless, padded living room chairs and Erik and Brax on the couch, my eyes rove from one bare chest to the next. I look at their faces too, of course, but my eyes keep tracing their abs, their biceps, the veins in their forearms.
The line of hair that disappears down into their jeans.
It’s Gray, naturally, who sets aside his food and beckons me. “Come here, lovely.” When I reach him, he takes my hands and tugs me down until I’m straddling his thigh, his hands resting at my hips.
He brushes a strand of hair back from my forehead. “I can feel your eyes all over me.” When I blush, he strokes his thumbs over my heated cheeks. “You like what you see?”
“Obviously.”
His mouth curls into a grin as he strokes my lower lip. “You want to touch?”
I’m peripherally aware of Brax and Erik, but I don’t dare turn my head. Part of me expects them to protest Gray being so bold and presumptuous right in front of them, but another part of me wants to ignore the fact that they’re most likely watching us.
“You know you want to,” Gray taunts, his eyes playful and shining bright even as they go dark.
“She definitely wants to.” It’s Erik who says this, and my head whips in his direction. He’s not exactly grinning like Gray, but his expression doesn’t look shocked or disapproving as I might have expected. His eyes meet mine, and I find encouragement there.
Meanwhile, Gray’s hands are stroking down my sides, pulling me closer, tipping me off balance so that I have to reach out and steady myself. His chest offers a convenient spot for my hands.
“There you go.” Gray shifts in the chair, sitting up straighter, offering up his bare chest for my exploration.
Like Brax, he has a lot of tattoos. I trace a spot on his shoulder that shows a red apple with a bite taken out of it. Instead of a worm protruding from it, there’s a black snake wrapped around it, somehow smiling, its fangs dripping with what looks like blood.
It’s such a striking image that I gasp, my memory connecting it with my moment of revelation at the club with Gray. How fitting that he has a tattoo like this. Leaning down, I kiss the spot, letting my lips linger there a moment before my fingers slide to his sides, over his smooth, solid pecs, down to the top of his rippled ab muscles.
That trail of hair beckons to me, but I won’t let myself go there, not yet, anyway. Instead, I survey his shoulders, the tops of his arms, back to his chest, everything so warm and solid.
He leans forward and kisses me, a long kiss that starts out playful and quickly progresses into something deeper. A kiss that soon has me squirming in his lap, my … pussy starting to throb with need.
“Ride me,” he says softly, and his eyes hold mine, saying things he doesn’t say aloud. I know you want to, and I know you can do it.
When I pause, not entirely sure what he means, Gray grasps my hips with his strong hands and shows me what he has in mind. My breath shaky, I start to move on my own, grinding down on his leg with more intention. “That’s it,” he says. “Keep going.”
I don’t look around at Brax and Erik, but I’m keenly aware of them watching. The silence around us is charged, thick with expectation.
Gray’s hands keep me from wobbling as I move. I’m still in my pajamas, and now I wish I’d slipped away to at least put on a bra. My breasts are jiggling with my movements, and it makes me feel self-conscious. But instead of stopping or shrinking back, I focus on the look in Gray’s eyes and the sensation swirling through my body as I rub myself against his jean-clad leg.
I alternate between sliding and bouncing, and soon decide I prefer the latter for giving a stronger jolt to my system. I’d worry about hurting him, but his thigh is so thick and muscular I don’t think I could. With his hands still holding me steady, I go faster, closing my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure spiraling out from my core.
Almost there … I’m bouncing so hard I’m almost slamming my body down on his leg, barely conscious of the sounds that are escaping me every time I make contact, I’m so close … and then I get there, shouting “Ohhh!” as my body spasms so intensely I almost throw myself off Gray’s lap, but his arms come up around me, not gripping me, just keeping me from falling as I thrash through my white-hot climax.