Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“What do I want?” Aubrey repeats, but the question isn’t for us. It’s for her. A woman navigating her own pleasure.
The answer? She crooks a finger my way.
Hell yes.
I’m there in no time with my answer.
I kiss her harder, rougher. I feel wild in my own skin. She’s moaning into my mouth, and I don’t know if it’s from my kisses, or his, or all of us together. The circuits in my brain overload as I explore her sweetness while she rocks her hips, back and forth, him and her, her and me.
My cock thumps, ready to charge full speed ahead in the woods. I’ve got to get a handle on myself though. She said she wanted more, but we can give her more in the suite. She’d like that better, I bet.
I jerk away. “Should we leave?”
I make no move to go though. I can’t stop staring at the disheveled sight of her.
Hair a wild mess.
Lips bee-stung.
Eyes sparkling.
Skin glowing.
Bold, adventuresome, wants-to-make-everyone-happy Aubrey. My agent’s little sister. My platonic honeymoon companion.
She shakes her head. “I want to stay. And I know what I want.”
I’m nothing but nerves crackling as I grit out two words. A rough, hard demand. “Tell us.”
That smile of hers is going to be my undoing, especially when she says, “Don’t stop.”
The last shred of my restraint snaps. I grab her hips and yank her against the outline of my stiff cock.
“Oh god,” she gasps, then grabs my T-shirt. She doesn’t let go of me as I grind against her.
“You like that, baby?” Dev whispers to her.
“I do.”
“You want to feel more of him?”
With a hot shudder, she nods. Desperately, savagely, she whispers to him, “I do.”
Dev slides his hands up and down her arms, coasting his lips along the side of her face. “Tell us what you want, sweet thing.” Dev drags a finger along the hollow of her throat, over her chest, toward those beautiful tits. “And be very specific.”
Aubrey breathes out hard. Heady too. Her lips part. I wait, a man on edge, and hold my breath.
She lifts her gaze, pins me with big brown eyes, then leans back into Dev’s touch, trusting him completely, taking all that he’ll give her while she never looks away from me.
“Fuck me here and now,” she says, and then the last word is even better. It’s my name, breathed out: “Ledger.”
24
THE LUCKY ONE
Aubrey
Someone might hike past us. Someone might hear us. But I just can’t find it in me to care.
Not as Ledger catches his breath. Not as Dev tucks a finger under my chin and says confidently, “I’ll get her ready.”
But I’m pretty sure the water park in my panties means I’m ready. “Oh, trust me. I’m more than ready,” I say to the bearded man. Except. Wait a hot minute. They don’t think they’re double teaming me right here? I hold up a hand. “I mean, give a girl some time. I don’t have any lube. I’ve never done that.”
Dev dips his face, laughing. But quickly, he stops chuckling, swipes a thumb over my lower lip. “We’re not fucking you together for the first time.”
First time. Does that mean I’ll get a honeymoon’s worth of dicks?
Better stop that train of thought. This might be a one-time-only thing.
Dev guides me to the front of the bench and slides his hands around me, smoothing them up under my shirt, then over my stomach. I shiver.
“I meant…I’ll get you ready as in…the right position,” he says in my ear, his voice like butter.
Oh. That makes more sense. Glad he has a sex plan. Didn’t want to have to rely on all the threesome diagrams branded in my brain. What if I remembered wrong from all that Internet research of pics of Barbies and Kens, and extra Kens? “Okay.”
“Grip the back of the bench,” Dev instructs, and I reach forward and grab the high back. He slides a hand down my shoulder blades approvingly. “He can fuck you while I play with those perfect tits that have been taunting me for the last two days.”
I gulp. Swallow. Tremble. I’m dying to ask how they know the best positions, but I want sex more than I want to talk about it.
As Ledger reaches into his pocket, he tips his chin at his friend. “Take her shorts off. Leave the panties on.”
“Marching orders. Got ’em.” From behind me, Dev unzips my shorts, slides them down my legs, then taps my ankles so I can lift my feet.
I comply. While Ledger fishes the condom from his wallet, Dev folds my shorts and neatly sets them on the wood of the bench seat.
I’m half-naked in a tiny clearing in the woods, a big boulder forming the only shield between us and anyone who might hike by and look at the lake beyond me.
A sharp panic rises in me, but arousal beats louder. I’m not an exhibitionist. At least, I don’t think I am. I’ve never been turned on by the possibility of getting caught. I’ve never even craved it. Right now though? Outdoor sex is all I want. And I want both men urgently.