Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Don’t even think about it,” Lynch snaps when Ronan’s hand inches toward his cock. “If you can’t make her come in five minutes, you won’t even be pulling that dick of yours out.”
“When does the timer start?” Ronan asks in a husky tone as his eyes scrape down the front of my body for the first time.
“A minute ago.”
Ronan’s eyes widen, but he moves in an instant, sliding across the carpet on his knees until his mouth is hovering over my clit.
His eyes turn up to mine before he even touches me. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“You think I’d let you stop if she wasn’t okay with it?”
Challenge marks Lynch’s tone.
“I won’t touch you unless you want it,” Ronan assures me as he ignores his president.
Lynch grunts his approval. Molly mentioned once that her father and a couple of his men were the only ones that hurt women. When I asked about TJ’s knife, she explained it was different. The women TJ cut were willing participants. Lynch wouldn’t allow a man to touch me that would do it at his command and against my will.
“Three minutes left,” Lynch warns.
“Please,” I beg Ronan. The wash of his warm breath over my clit is about to drive me insane.
“Open for him, baby.” Lynch lifts my left leg, gripping my thigh and exposing more of me.
“Fuck,” Ronan praises as his eyes focus on me.
“Right?” Lynch agrees.
Ronan’s calloused hand slips up my leg.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Lynch spits.
Ronan positions both of his hands at the small of his own back and leans in. The hard metal of his tongue ring meets my sensitive flesh first, followed by the engulfing warmth of his mouth.
He groans around me, sucking, lapping, and swiping that talented muscle over me like he’s been eating me for years and knows exactly what it takes to get me off.
“Stand still,” Lynch says in my ear. His free hand tests the weight of my right breast before he rolls my beaded nipple between his fingers. “Let him get you there.”
“Mmm,” I groan when Ronan switches to long laps from top to bottom.
“Feel good?”
“You’re better,” I answer honestly.
I must say it too loud because Ronan doubles his efforts.
“Thirty sec—”
I shatter. My body pulses, clenches, convulses against Ronan’s mouth, and yet I’m not fully satisfied.
“Beautiful,” Lynch praises as I shake in his arms and Ronan continues to lick at me almost desperately.
I whimper, almost too sensitive to let him continue.
“Do you want him to fuck you?” The question is meant for my ears only. I shake my head. “Will you return the favor? Suck his cock?”
“Will you punish me for it later?” I remember the silent treatment I got after what happened in the spa room with Xena.
“No, baby. I want to give you what you want.”
“I’ll suck his dick.”
He chuckles in my ear. “Don’t suck it too good. I don’t want him sniffing around you once we’re done here.”
“Prospect,” Lynch bellows. Ronan snaps his head back until he’s looking at us. “Do you want her mouth on you?”
His pulse point throbs at the base of his neck. “Only if she wants to.”
“Good answer.” He points to the floor. “Don’t touch her.”
Chapter 27
Lynch
I’ve done a laundry list of things most people would consider sexually deviant. Growing up in the club allowed for any and all possibilities. The world was my oyster, so to speak. This isn’t the first time I’ve been seconds away from sharing a woman with another man, but it is the first time I’ve been torn on the idea. My need to give a woman everything she desires is also new to me. I’m not a selfish lover, never have been, but my orgasm has always been the end goal. Getting the woman there along the way was the cherry on top.
I waver between pushing her head down to his cock or kicking Ronan in the nuts when he takes position in front of us and unzips his jeans.
My decision is made the second he pulls his pierced cock out and Candi makes the slightest move to reach for him. She wants this. She wants him. Who am I to deny her? I let go of the possessiveness that is attempting to take over and unfasten my own jeans.
“Prez?” Ronan begins as I shuck off my boots and clothes. “Are you taking me to the basement after this?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I answer honestly.
His eyes search mine, and after a long drawn out moment, he nods his head and waits for instruction.
“Get on the bed, on your knees, thighs spread wide. I want her head down and ass in the air.”
Candi hesitates before situating herself a few feet from Ronan. They’re facing each other, but both are looking at me standing on the side of the bed, waiting for my next command.