Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I kind of dig it.
“Well?” Mason cocks an eyebrow at me.
The men already on my bed aren’t waiting for my answer. As Mason stares at me, Ollie's pulling my knees apart and trailing kisses up my legs, and Nathan’s hand’s wandering down to my ass, caressing and kneading my tender flesh.
“I want you,” I say to Mason as my breathing grows heavy.
“Hmm . . . Maybe I’ll just watch for a little bit,” he says with a smirk and a lustful gaze.
“Let’s get you naked.” Nathan pulls my shirt up, exposing my back.
I flip onto my back and let Nathan take my top all the way off. Ollie settles between my legs, his lips traveling further and further up my thighs. He’s getting dangerously close to the top.
Is this really happening? Am I really doing this? I ask myself, even as Nathan yanks off my bra.
It’s not that I don’t want to go on. But everything feels surreal.
With the music and the candles, this place doesn’t even look like my bedroom anymore. The warm, glowing light casts harsh, dark shadows on the bed, on the carpeted floor, and on the wall Mason’s leaning against.
It’s like I’m watching shadow theatre. The story plays out on the wall, where my shadow has her legs splayed open, eager and inviting.
“You don’t need this anymore, do you?” Ollie asks. But he doesn’t wait for an answer before he pulls my shorts down.
I shriek in surprise. But when the fabric gets stuck on my thigh, I lift my hips up and let Ollie take it all the way off.
“Good girl.” Mason’s leaning against the wall, watching me. His hot gaze sizzles on my skin. I can feel his hunger—his great, overwhelming hunger. He licks his lips and undoes the fly of his jeans.
Mesmerized, I stare at Mason. I want to see him pull out that thing that’s outlined by his jeans. I need to know what he looks like underneath that denim . . . now.
But before I get to see anything, Ollie steals all my attention when he kisses the top of my inner thigh, his breath blowing on my wet petals. My body tenses with anticipation, all my senses focused on Ollie’s lips and tongue on my skin . . .
Until Nathan roughly grabs my breast, engulfing it with his big hand. “You’re ours tonight,” he says darkly as he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth. He starts out slow, sensuously enveloping me with warmth.
When I gasp from Ollie’s lips making contact with my pussy, Nathan glances up at me and I see the briefest smile before he bites down on my nipple.
I want to protest, but he’s stopped doing that now. With his tongue, he bathes my nipple until it stops hurting and starts feeling good again. In fact, the pain makes it feel even better.
“You’re getting wetter,” Ollie says, taking his mouth off me for a second before diving back in, sucking in my lower lips and circling my clit with his tongue.
“Of course she is.” Mason’s suddenly sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard while he watches us.
When did he climb up here, and why didn’t I notice?
“Look at her. The glassy eyes, the open mouth . . . She likes it.” Mason’s hand disappears into his pants, then I see it moving up and down under the denim. “I don’t have to look at her pussy to know she’s wet.”
I bite my bottom lip and try to press my mouth shut, but I can’t help moaning when both Ollie and Nathan are working against me, their lips and tongue lapping me up.
“What do we have here?” It’s Noah’s voice. “I thought I heard some moaning, and sure enough . . . You started without me.”
“Come on in, man,” Mason says. Shooting me a challenging stare, he cockily says, “She won’t mind.”
Wait a minute, who are you to speak on my behalf? I want to protest. But overcome as I am by the pleasure washing over me, I can only stare back at Mason.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asks. “You want to tell him to leave?”
No. I do want Noah to be here. I want him as much as the other Hunter brothers. And speaking of, where’s Liam?
“I assume you won’t mind if I get Liam too, Ava?” Noah asks from the doorway.
Arousal clouds my vision, but I can make out a smile on Noah’s gorgeous face. And I can feel his energy. I can sense how much he wants me.
“Y—yes,” I say, ending the word with a whimper as Nathan lightly chews on my nipple.
I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the carnal sensations. Both Ollie and Nathan are devouring my body like hungry, hungry men, and I don’t know what I’d do if that’s the case with all of them.