Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
When Gavin draws an orange square, entering Peppermint Stick Forest for the first time, he moves his gingerbread pawn, then leans across the coffee table and drops a hard, firm kiss to my lips.
I sigh into his mouth, grabbing his loosened bow tie, trying to pull him closer. But he lets go, sitting back in his chair, making me want more.
Hollis draws a card that sends him toward a mountain pass.
My back.
He shifts me slightly on the couch and slides down the zipper on my dress, then kisses a hot path up my spine. I shiver.
When Rhys reaches Gumdrop Mountains, he takes over where Hollis left off. In his tux, he kneels in front of me and slips off both straps of the pink dress till the bodice gently tumbles down to my waist, revealing my strapless bra. He unhooks it and draws one hard nipple into his mouth.
I gasp, wriggling against his possessive touch. He moves to the other breast, flicking that nipple too.
When it’s my turn, I move my piece to the rainbow trail, and I get to pick the location.
My arm.
An unexpected place where I love to be touched by them. “All of you,” I say since it’s my turn, my party.
Hollis runs his fingers softly toward my wrist, pressing a kiss there. Rhys drops his lips to the crook of my elbow, lingering for several seconds. Gavin kisses his way down my entire arm.
We go around like that…till someone lands on the Gingerbread Plum Tree.
Thighs.
I stand and they circle me, the three of them skimming my dress off all the way, then roaming their hands down my legs.
Lollipop Woods is next.
“On your stomach,” Hollis instructs, and I lie flat on my belly on the couch. Hollis straddles me, then tugs down my panties, exposing my ass.
Three men draw sharp breaths. Three pairs of eyes laser in on my cheeks. Three guys breathe out rough and hard. Hollis drops a kiss to the top of my ass.
A promise.
I flip over, wearing nothing but my heels.
Ice Cream Floats is where they all want to be. Gavin lands there first.
“I’ll take this one lying down,” he says, then moves me so he can flop onto his back on the couch. He pats his chest.
I climb up him and sit on his face, my silver heels framing his ears. He flicks his tongue down my hot, wet center. In no time, I’m moaning, grabbing the arm of the couch behind him and rocking against his face till it’s Hollis’s turn.
With a rumble and obvious reluctance, Gavin moves me off him, shifting me to sit on his lap. “Want me to spread her legs for you?” he asks Hollis.
“Yes, nice and wide so I can taste that sweet pussy,” Hollis answers, then drops to the floor, his white dress shirt half undone as he slides his palms along my calf muscles.
Gavin reaches for my inner thighs, parting them wider for his teammate.
“So helpful.” With a rumble, Hollis buries his face between my thighs, drawing my clit into his mouth, licking, kissing, loving.
I curl my hands into his messy hair, rocking into his face as I rest my neck against Gavin’s shoulder, turning to kiss him while Hollis kisses my pussy.
Then it’s Rhys’s turn.
But he must be done with the couch since he stalks to me and hauls me up and over his shoulder. As he carries me to the bedroom, he smacks my ass along the way, making me yelp and smile too.
In the doorway, he stops in his tracks. The others are right behind us. “You have an Alaskan king,” he remarks, clearly admiring the bed I picked.
“Just friends, huh?” Hollis teases.
“I was manifesting,” I say, faux primly.
“Manifest this,” Rhys says, then drops me onto the mattress, spreads me out, and settles between my thighs, kissing me till I’m begging, grasping, demanding.
Till Hollis is sucking on my nipples.
Till Gavin sweeps his lips to mine in a rough, bruising kiss that makes me light up everywhere.
Or maybe it’s Hollis who makes me shiver.
It could be Rhys.
A delicious pressure builds in my belly, low and intense. Next, sparks zip along my skin, hot and bright. Then they leap as I let go and fall into bliss, crying out as an orgasm crashes over me, unbidden. It’s a wave that carries me under, then lifts me up.
When I push to my elbows, there’s no question that now is the time. “Put me on my hands and knees. Get me ready.”
They know. We’ve talked about this type of sex. I’ve told them what I want, how my nightstand filled with toys includes special ones with flared bases. We’ve all been tested and we’re all negative, so we’re done with condoms. I’m on birth control too.
Rhys flips me to all fours, slides a hand down my back while Hollis grabs a vibrator and lubes it up. He stands behind me, pressing his fingers first to my ass, then the vibrator as Gavin strokes my hair, my cheeks, my neck.