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)
At last I subside, breathing hard, leaning forward, braced against Gray’s torso. I feel embarrassed, suddenly. I wanted to try something new, but I must have looked ridiculous, flailing around like that. I don’t want to see them laughing at me.
No. It’s all right. My men are kind, and they won’t ridicule me no matter how silly my behavior. So I straighten up and meet Gray’s eyes.
It’s easy enough to read his smile and the look in his eyes: approval, pride even. Feeling bolder, I look around at Erik and Brax.
They look … different. Not like Gray. Some combination of stunned, and angry, maybe? And something else I can’t name, something dark that should be scary but isn’t. I’m worried by the mix of emotions I see, though, because I’m not sure what they’re thinking.
I look back to Gray for reassurance, and he provides it. “That,” he says, “was very sexy.”
“It was?” I twist back around to see the other two men. Maybe it’s pathetic, but I need them to be okay with this.
Erik clears his throat and says, “Yeah, it was.” His cheeks go pink. “That was, uh, very similar to how you might move if you were, um …”
“Riding one of us in a more intimate way,” Brax finishes.
“Ohh. Yes, of course.” That makes sense, and now my mind is filled with tantalizing, but hazy, half-images of what that might be like.
“Ava.” Gray’s hands, back at my waist, squeeze gently. “What do you want to do now? The next move is up to you, lovely.”
The answer comes to me without any conscious consideration, and I voice it the same way. “I want to touch you.” I look around to include Brax and Erik. “All of you.”
AVA
Erik is back to looking startled. “Do you mean—”
“Yes. Not just there; but yes, there, too.”
He shifts, not quite meeting my eyes. Brax looks uncomfortable as well.
“Come on, guys,” Gray says. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen already in gym class, right?”
“Not quite the same,” Brax mutters.
Erik blows out a breath. “It’s true enough.” He settles back on the couch. “If that’s what you want, Ava, then okay.”
An internal battle plays out clearly across Brax’s face. I wait, my stomach tense, suddenly very afraid that he’ll decide to walk out on us. On me.
Finally, he looks up at me. “This is really what you want?”
I nod. I’m not sure why it’s suddenly so important to me, beyond the fact that they’ve all been giving me so much pleasure, and I need to give some back. I just know it matters, that it’s, somehow, the right thing to do at this moment.
“All right, then.” He manages a smile. “Have your way with us.”
Since he’s worked the hardest to get to acceptance, I decide to reward him by letting him go first. I stand up from where I’m still straddling Gray, and his fingers trail down the outside of my leg as I rise, a subtle temptation and reminder, and part of me wants to turn right around and answer that call.
But I know he’ll wait for me, so I keep going. Erik vacates the couch as I move toward it, and I take the spot next to Brax. “Is it all right if I …” I motion toward his body.
“Whatever you want, darlin’.” Now that he’s given in, he seems relaxed about it, leaning back with his arms stretched out on either side of him.
When I move to straddle him, he helps me climb into his lap. I run my hands over his chest, exploring the sleek muscle, up over his shoulders, and down across the bulge of his biceps, tracing the contours of his tattoos as I go.
A depiction of Zeus covers one of his arms, the Greek god’s face almost as chiseled as Brax’s own. Corresponding lightning bolts zigzag across his other bicep, and my fingers trail over every one before I slide down to his abs, and finally back up to his pecs.
I brush my fingers over one of his nipples, and he sucks in a breath. But when he reaches for me, I say, “No touching.”
“Ooh, bossy.” But he’s grinning. He puts his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together.
I play with his nipples, one hand on each, plucking at them with my fingers, circling them with my thumbs, until I catch sight of Brax’s expression and stop abruptly. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” His voice is rough.
“You’re sure.”
“Sweetheart, if you need to stop, I’ll tell you. Until then, you can assume you have free rein.”
“Okay.” Taking him at his word, I lean in and lick across one nipple, then suck on it. Brax’s body goes rigid, but he doesn’t say a word.
I give the same treatment to his other nipple, then kiss and lick and touch my way down his torso until I get to his jeans. The bulge distending the fabric looks even bigger than it did the other night, but now I’m eager to learn more about it.