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)
Will nuzzles my neck, pinching my nipples. “That’s it, baby. Let yourself feel good.”
The pressure inside me mounts. Beckett’s fingertips dip in the moisture pooled at my opening, using that wetness to tease and circle my clit.
Oh my God. He’s right. I want to scream. My mind is a haze of pleasure and restraint, every nerve ending alive and tingling. My surroundings fade, my vision blurring.
Through the fog, I hear Beckett’s voice, that faint accent mocking me. “Let us hear you, baby girl.”
I draw a ragged breath. My hips lift of their own volition, desperately seeking his fingers. Craving relief. I don’t know how I do it, stay silent. This is beyond torture. My teeth bite painfully into my lip to stifle a sound.
Sensing how close I am, the boys ratchet up the torment, doing everything in their power to break me.
“Are you going to let us fuck you tonight?” Beckett leans forward to brush his lips over mine while he rubs tight circles around my clit.
I swallow another moan.
“We want to so bad.” Will’s tongue finds my neck again, licking a line up my throat.
I know he wants it. I feel his erection pressing against my ass. I see Beckett’s straining in his pants.
“Tell us you want it,” Will whispers in my ear. “Say yes.”
It’s impossible to think, let alone speak, with the way Beckett is working my pussy, those talented fingers applying more pressure on my clit. I rock into his hand, getting his palm slick with my arousal.
Will kisses his way up the side of my neck, his lips dragging along my jaw until he’s nipping my bottom lip with his teeth.
His eyes lock on to mine. Gleaming. “Say yes.”
Beckett slips his finger inside me.
“Yes!” I cry out.
The orgasm crashes over me. My body convulses, hips moving, inner muscles tightening as I come hard enough for black dots to obscure my vision. Every inch of my body pulses with satisfaction. I ride it out, gasping, and when the pleasure finally ebbs, I collapse back against Will’s chest, breathing hard.
Both guys are peering down at me, their expressions a mix of hunger and amusement.
“You lose,” Beckett says.
“Did I really?” I croak out. “’Cause from where I’m sitting, two hot guys just brought me to orgasm. I call that a win.”
That draws a chuckle from Will. “She’s got you there, bro.”
I take another breath, slightly concerned that my heart rate doesn’t seem to be slowing. “So…um…what now?”
Will pulls me up so I’m fully seated. “Anything you want, Charlie.”
“We’ve got all night,” Beckett agrees with a half smile. “No pressure. Just…options.”
“Okay. Well,” I say, my voice wobbling a bit, “maybe we should go upstairs and talk about these…options.”
Beckett’s smile widens.
“Lead the way,” Will says.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHARLOTTE
Maybe twenty
AS WE NEAR WILL’S BEDROOM, I SWEAR I CAN FEEL EVERY NERVE ENDING buzzing under my skin. I’m no stranger to adrenaline. When I’m in one of Dante’s sports cars racing around the track, my blood comes alive with it. But right now, whatever’s surging through my veins is far more potent. A cocktail of adrenaline and anticipation. A dizzying drug a girl could get addicted to.
I enter the room, which is lit not by the ceiling fixture but the small lamp on the nightstand, casting a soft yellow glow over the bed. Will lingers near the door, but Beckett approaches me, his eyes searching mine.
“You sure about this?” he says.
“Yes.”
I tug on both halves of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss, and he laughs against my lips, that warm, deep sound vibrating through me. He kisses me back. Slowly. Thoroughly. He doesn’t rush it. He savors it, like he wants to take his time with me. Then, in one smooth motion, he lifts me into his arms.
My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he carries me to the bed. My heart thumps harder, excitement and nerves tangling together, but the second he lays me down and hovers above me, all that doubt melts away.
Beckett’s lips find mine again, but this time, the kiss is deeper. The teasing is gone, replaced with pure hunger. He’s determined to devour me. His hands are everywhere, pulling at my clothes, shoving my skirt and panties off, peeling my sweater and tank off. The socks, he leaves on.
“God, this is so sexy,” he mutters as he raises himself on his knees and gazes at me sprawled beneath him, wearing nothing but thigh-highs.
He peels his shirt off his shoulders, tossing it away. Removes his pants. Then he settles beside me, propped up on one elbow, skimming his hand down my naked body. He cups my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple. Pinching it gently.
“Fuck,” I hear Will groan.
I look over to see him standing at the foot of the bed, stroking himself through his pants. His burning eyes make me self-conscious.