Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“I swear,” I pant, the vibrator practically sucking my soul right out of my body. “I’m around the corner. Practically there already.”
“Are you—” Sawyer says, leaning in closer to the screen before snatching it right out of Dalton’s hand. “What’s that noise?”
“Only the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I tell him, a smug grin on my lips as I scooch up the bed and lean right down between my legs, fixing my phone at the end so they can watch the whole show.
“Goddamn,” Dalton breathes. “Baby, come on! Without me?”
I grin wide. “And risk having you know just how much of a filthy whore I am when you’re not around? No way.”
Easton watches closely, his eyes flaming with need as his lips pull up at the corners. “Look how fucking close she is,” he praises. “You got this, Pretty. That’s right.”
My eyes flutter, and I tip my head back before falling in love with the way they coach me through it, though there’s no doubt that the moment they get me alone, I’ll be punished for flying solo.
The heat kicks up a notch, and with their eyes on me, I feel like a fucking goddess, and as the little rose vibrates against my clit, my orgasm builds until it’s finally set free, booming through my body and making me scream.
My head flies back as my thumb roams over my nipple, the intensity rocking through me and making my toes curl. “Awww fuck, Firefly. I need to be inside you.”
God, what I wouldn’t give to feel that too.
I start coming down from my high, collapsing against my bed, and I try to catch my breath, and the second the last remnant of my orgasm fades away, I close my eyes and reach for my phone, bringing it right up to my face. I kiss the screen, a smile pulling at my lips. “Okay, now I’m ready to leave,” I tell them. “I’ll see you in a minute.”
And with that, I end the call and scramble out of bed before moving across to my closet and staring up at the most elegant wedding dress I’ve ever seen.
Shivers sail across my skin, and as I reach for the gown, butterflies stir in the pit of my stomach. Pride swells in my chest, the excitement pulsing through my veins. I never pictured myself as the blushing bride type, but every facet of my life has been an unpredictable, wild ride since the moment these boys came into my life.
Not wanting to be that bride who keeps her man waiting, despite very much already being that, I quickly pull the flawless gown on, needing a moment to get everything sitting just right. Then peering at my reflection in the full-length mirror, I fluff out my hair before checking my makeup and deciding that it doesn’t get better than this.
After stepping into my heels, I blow out a breath, trying to expel the butterflies before finally stepping into the penthouse’s private elevator. I press the button for the lobby, and it zooms right down to the bottom, and as I step out, I find Benny waiting for me, his hand already outstretched.
“Miss,” he says, bowing his head. “Your chariot awaits.”
I grin at my friend, rolling my eyes as I take his hand, feeling like an idiot for being so formal with him, when in reality, this man has watched me annihilate three juicy hamburgers, two super-sized Diet Cokes, and a serving of curly fries in the space of seven minutes, only to projectile vomit it back up across the living room. But what can I say? Shit happens, and on that day, my eyes were definitely bigger than my stomach.
Benny leads me out to the street, and a wide grin stretches across my face, finding one of Zade’s most prized cars, the only one he’ll refuse to allow me to drive—his Lamborghini Veneno, worth almost ten million dollars.
“Noooo,” I grin, gaping at Benny. “Really?”
“Happy wedding day,” he says before tossing me the keys.
I’m in the car and revving the engine within seconds, watching the way Benny cringes from the hotel valet stand. “Don’t hurt her,” he calls through the open window, but all I can do is crank up the music, feeling it vibrate right through my chest before miming to Benny, putting on a show of not being able to hear him. And with that, I hit the gas, taking off like a rocket toward my men.
Pulling up right at the cathedral doors, I cut the engine and smile as I see Zade stepping out into the early evening moonlight. He walks right over to the door before offering his hand and helping me out. His gaze sails over my body, taking in every inch of me. “Fuck, Lamb. You’re radiant,” he murmurs, leading me toward the cathedral doors. “Are you sure about this? I could steal you away.”