Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Leander pumped down my throat. He was so far back, I barely tasted him, it just went straight down. I sucked and pumped him, wanting it to be as good for him as they’d made it for me.
And when we were done, messy, sweaty drops of Leander’s cum spilling out the corners of my mouth, Janus’s fingers still lazily fucking me, Leander looked down at me with a dark, possessive look.
“You’re ours, now, honey. But we’ve only just begun to claim you.”
15
WOULD I EVER GET USED TO THIS?
“Wake up, baby,” said a deep voice and I blinked my eyes open, confused about where I was. Waking up to find my head in Leander Mavros’s lap did nothing to help my disorientation. Until everything that had happened before Leander urged me to lay down for the ride back to town flooded back in.
I tried to sit up, but Leander’s heavy arms on my waist kept me put. “Shh. Don’t get jumpy on us now, sweetheart. We’re almost back to the Airbnb. We’re a little later than we planned.”
“Gotta be a quick turnaround to catch our flight,” Milo called back from the front seat. “I got most everything packed up yesterday. Just grab your shit and get it back in the SUV. Fifteen-minute turnaround.”
I blinked and tried to sit up again. This time Leander allowed, even assisted, me. So did Janus, whose lap my legs had been splayed over. I flushed as their hands helped rearrange me between them. Would I ever get used to this? Having two pairs of hands on my body?
They weren’t tentative in their touch, either. They touched my body as if they had every right to it. As if this relationship weren’t only hours old, but years. And the thing was… it didn’t feel as strange as it ought to have.
It felt natural. Like I, too, had been waiting all my life for this. For them.
Not that I’d ever, ever tell them that. I still wasn’t sure I wasn’t just some sort of weekend fling for them. Or maybe just a plaything to fuck while they were on tour? But wasn’t that what I’d been looking for too? A fun romp to lose my V-card? Sure, this was a little more intense than I’d been thinking, but… My mind spiraled back to the moments before I’d fallen asleep, satiated, in their laps. Their mouths on me…there.
I flushed hot, then felt cold shivers right after. Dear God, I couldn’t let myself get used to this kind of treatment. I was looking for fun, not to be devastated after this all ended. I had to protect myself better.
And yet, as soon as the SUV came to a stop and the boys unbuckled their seatbelts, I couldn’t say I didn’t adore the fact that their hands immediately came back to me, each of them taking an arm on either side.
I’d never felt more like a queen than when I was being escorted by two of the most gorgeous men on God’s green earth. It was a tad overwhelming, but I didn’t pull away. So much so that once we were finally inside and I got up to my room and closed the door, at last alone, I was appalled when I pulled out my phone and saw what time it was.
Holy shit! Milo hadn’t been kidding when he said we had a short turnaround window. Our flight to London was in an hour. Yes, it was a chartered flight, but still! We didn’t have fifteen minutes to get our stuff, we had five—if that.
Running around and shoving the last of my toiletries, makeup, and clothes into a garment bag at least kept my brain too busy to overanalyze what had happened earlier.
Milo must have been wrangling the guys on the other wing of the house, because soon, they too had duffels in hand as they jogged back downstairs.
“Chop chop,” Milo said, clapping his hands.
We chopped, and then we were back in the SUV, this time zooming towards the airport. Forty-five minutes later we were pulling up to a private airport on the border of Pennsylvania.
“Now this is what I’m talking about,” Janus said with a grin as we stepped out on the tarmac alongside a sleek little Cessna.
“I arranged an upgrade for us,” I said, grinning back at them and relieved that our interlude hadn’t changed everything between us. Yes, I could submit to them in bed… or the backseat of an SUV, as it were… but that didn’t change who I was in my professional life—confident, competent, and never taking my eye off the prize.
“Damn, Lena will wish she was riding with us,” Janus laughed.
When Leander jogged to catch up to me, a thrill ran up my spine. It was stupid, really. Like the high school football star suddenly paying attention to the school nobody.