Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
They move together in perfect synchronicity, their focus entirely on me, on making me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in the world. And for those few precious moments, I believe it. I let go of everything else, all the fear and uncertainty, and let myself get lost in them.
On my left, Will traces lazy patterns with his fingers along my skin, almost reverent, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. Beckett is on my right, his lips traveling the length of my jawline.
They take their time with me. There’s no rush, no urgency. Just us, tangled together in Will’s bed, in the comfort of each other.
I sigh, my body melting into Will’s touch as his palm skims up my side, tracing the curve of my waist. He knows me so well now. Knows how to make me feel safe, how to bring me back to myself when everything else feels like it’s spinning out of control.
The air in the room changes. Charged with something deeper than mere desire.
Maybe I’m not falling for these guys.
Maybe I’ve already fallen.
Because this…
It feels like love. This complicated, beautiful thing we’ve built together. It’s the way Beckett holds me like I’m the only thing tethering him to the world and the way Will’s steady touch makes me feel like everything will be okay.
I turn my head toward Will, and our lips collide in a kiss. Soft, patient, like he’s savoring the moment. Then I turn toward Beckett, and he strokes my cheek before kissing me too, his tongue slipping through my parted lips.
It suddenly occurs to me that he’s in nothing but a towel. The terry cloth hangs off his hip, one tug away from revealing every tantalizing inch below. So I give it that tug, and his cock springs into my hand, hot and ready for me.
Beckett fucks me first. His long, muscular body hovers over me as he thrusts his cock inside me, again and again, while Will squeezes my breasts and whispers how beautiful I am. I wrap my legs around Beckett’s hips, changing the angle, and that’s when we both realize why this feels so good.
“No condom,” he mumbles against my neck.
I’m on the pill, which I know doesn’t mean much when it comes to STIs. But both guys produced test results during the holidays after I made a random remark about how condoms don’t prevent everything. Even if they hadn’t gotten tested, I know my boys, and I trust them. They’re not sleeping with anyone but me, and I’m only sleeping with them.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “Keep going.”
The permission summons a husky groan from him. He fucks me harder, filling me so deep I cry out. I cling to him, losing myself in the moment, and when he comes, I feel his cock swell and pulse inside me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Will is the one to coax an orgasm out of me, getting me off with his tongue on my clit before flipping me over, yanking my ass up, and driving his hard cock into me from behind. I know he feels the evidence of Beckett’s release, because he moans and thrusts even deeper. He doesn’t last long, his hips slamming into me, his grunt heating my shoulder as he leans forward and finds his own release, pressed deep inside me.
Afterward, when they’ve left me spent and breathless, I lie between them, more at peace than I’ve felt in days. I turn my head to look at Beckett, hoping he’ll stay with us for once.
But he’s already getting up, slipping out of bed and reaching for his towel.
“Where are you going?” I ask, hearing the note of longing in my voice. I hope he’s just going to use the bathroom.
He pauses, his back to us, and I see the tension lining his shoulders. “Heading to bed,” he says gruffly, not turning around.
I sit up. “Stay with us,” I plead.
He hesitates for a long moment, then shakes his head, as if he’s fighting something inside himself.
“I prefer to sleep alone.” His voice is rough. “G’night.”
I know there’s more to it than that, something he isn’t saying, but I don’t push. I simply watch him leave, the door closing behind him, and the ache in my chest returns.
Will pulls me back down beside him, wrapping his arms around me. “Beck’s complicated,” he says against my hair. “But he cares about you. We both do.”
I smile against his shoulder. “You told me you loved me. Before. I heard you say it.”
He pauses, then gives a sheepish laugh. “Yeah. I guess I did.”
“Did you mean it?”
“Yes.” This time, there’s no pause. No hesitation.
My mouth feels dry all of a sudden. I swallow, trying to find my voice. “I love you too.”
He holds me tighter, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.