Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I reach down between us, finding a massive length of hard cock in his jeans, exploring one for the first time in my life. Are they all this big? How the heck is that supposed to fit anywhere?
There's a sharp hiss of an indrawn breath behind me. Did I surprise them? Good. For the first time since I was taken, I feel a little bit in control.
"Fuck," whispers someone. Badass, I think.
The other two are watching us. What are they thinking?
I can all too easily imagine their rough hands on me, tracing my curves and pulling my clothes off. Their rough kisses while they tug on my sensitive nipples. Pulling my thighs apart while they wrap my fingers around their thick, hard dicks. Them slipping their tongues inside me to make sure I'm ready for them, or putting themselves in my mouth to make them slick.
All three of them in complete control of my body.
Owned.
I’m nervous as hell, but soaking wet. My brain can apparently spin a fantasy hard, no matter where I am. Better than I imagined. “What are you waiting for?” I ask with faked confidence. “I’m yours now, right?”
I sense one of the others behind me, a moment before his hands grab my hips and I’m sandwiched between them, a hard cock against my back and one against my stomach. Even through their jeans, there’s no doubt that’s what they are. From the feel of him, and the way his scent matches the shirt, I think it’s Quickshot. Breathing heavily, I lean my head back against his bare chest and close my eyes.
He's about to do anything he wants to me, and I’m going to let him.
The music thumps around us, matching the thundering of my heart. Will they take me one at a time, or all three at once? How would that even work?
Animal shifts so Quickshot can slide his hands up to cup my breasts. His hands are big, and he hefts them as his thumbs find my nipples through the thin bra. Desire burns a hot path straight to my clit. No one's ever made me feel like this before.
“Guys,” Badass growls, almost like a warning. Why?
But they stop.
“What’s wrong? Is it me? I know you’re probably used to women who know what they’re doing, but I promise I’ll—I’ll try,” I stammer.
Animal sighs and ducks his head to press one last kiss to my swollen lips. His long hair drapes around us and tickles the tops of my breasts. “Jesus fuck, girl. It’s not you.”
I spin around and look up at Quickshot. “You three bought me. It’s what you want. Right?” I look to Badass, who is frowning our way. “Right?”
"Honey, you have no fucking idea how hard it is to say no."
“No?” I put my hands against Quickshot’s smooth, bare chest. His heart races under my palm.
Quickshot groans and backs away, putting my shirt back in place. He reaches down and adjusts the bulge in his pants. “Not here, not like this.”
I’m confused. Why are they acting so weird? Isn’t this what I’m supposed to do? If anyone should be freaked out here, it’s me. "You won me. If you want me in another way, just say. I’ll do whatever you want."
Animal rears back. "We're not fucking rapists. I bought you to get you the fuck out of there, because you can’t stand here and fucking tell me being auctioned off was something you wanted. So even though I'd fucking love to bend you over the bar, or throw you onto a bed and finish what you just started, I won't.”
My mind races at the thought of being bent over the bar. I psyched myself up for this moment, and now they’re telling me no? “But I have to. I—I want to.” I think I do. I mean, if I don’t, won’t they send me back to the Unwanted?
“Really?” Quickshot looks down at me, his eyes narrowing as he examines me. It’s like he’s looking right into my soul. “Then get on your knees and show us.”
Turns out I can’t. As soon as we stopped, my courage drained away. Getting down on the floor and… My face flushes and I drop my eyes to stare at my feet.
“That’s what I thought.”
"Gotta bring this to Eagle-eye," says Badass seriously. "Figure out what the fuck we're supposed to do."
I should be relieved. And I am! Mostly. But at the same time, my hormones are screaming at me, and I can still feel the rush of their hands on my body. For a little while I let myself get lost in the fantasy I created in my head.
"Come on. You can wait in my room," says Animal. "You're safe here."
Safe? That’s doubtful. Just because I've hit on some kind of line that they're unwilling to cross, everyone knows how dangerous the biker gangs are, and the Screaming Eagles make the Unwanted look like amateurs.