Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Diego wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking slightly. He’d done a good job, and he knew it. He shifted to the side, and the others let go of my still-trembling legs.
Aaron pulled the sheet up to my waist, and I was glad. Now that the lingering effects of that mind-blowing orgasm were fading, I felt a little self-conscious about coming that hard in front of them. With shaky fingers, I tried to close the sides of the babydoll nightie, but then Cody’s hand was on my breast, covering it and kneading gently.
Aaron followed suit on the other side, and I smiled, still tired. “I like the nightie, but your hands feel better.”
Aaron grinned and looked at Cody. “I guess we have a future as lingerie.”
I laughed softly. It wasn’t all that funny, but I was flooded with feel-good hormones from that amazing experience.
For a while, everyone was quiet. I think they were waiting for my breathing to go back to normal—or perhaps trying to figure out the next step.
“That was—wow,” I said, after a long silence, and Aaron laughed. “It was amazing, but I kind of don’t know what happens next.”
Diego gave me a wry smile. “This isn’t a class. There’s no syllabus. We can do anything we’d like. Anything you’d like.”
Aaron cut in. “We totally understand if this is where you’d like to stop for the evening—”
“It isn’t,” I said softly.
It was weird trying to hold a normal conversation when two hot-as-hell men were cupping my breasts, so I tugged the sheet higher. They both moved back.
Cody lay back on the bed next to me, his hand in my hair again. His intense gaze didn’t make me feel self-conscious. He had a way of looking at me like I was the only woman in the world.
“I just…” I looked at all of them. I wanted all of them, but I didn’t know how to get there. “I just don’t know where to start.”
“I’d say we’ve already started,” Diego said, a slightly smug look on his face. “And it sounded like you liked Step One.”
“I did. But… what’s Step Two?”
“How about a massage?” Aaron suggested.
“A massage?”
“You seemed to like it when Diego rubbed your feet before. Why don’t you flip over, and we’ll work on your back and shoulders while you think about what you want next?”
I looked from him to Diego to Cody. Then I smiled. “A massage sounds perfect.”
37
MIA
With the sheet still over me, I shrugged out of the babydoll nightie and turned over. Pushing the pillow out of the way, I folded my arms under my head. My skin felt heated and tight as I waited, yearning for their touch.
The bed dipped as Cody shifted next to me. The same fingers that could produce beautiful music dug into my hair. I let out a soft moan as he began to massage my scalp. His strong, skilled fingers worked their magic, kneading them, and delicious shivers radiated across my body.
Diego joined in, his hand flat on my back, rubbing lightly, as if giving me a moment to acclimate to his touch. Then his hands slid up to my neck and shoulders, strong fingers digging into the knots and tension points. Stress melted away as I relaxed into the mattress.
Then a light, tentative touch grazed my waist, and when I glanced down, I saw Aaron crouched by my hip. I met his eye and smiled.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Heavenly.”
“Ready for it to feel even better?”
“Yes.” My answer turned into a moan as Cody swirled his fingers in circles, making my scalp tingle.
Then Aaron began in earnest, thumbs digging deep into my lower back. His touch was different from the others, more possessive, more intimate. His fingers dug into my muscles, kneading and rubbing, his touch making my skin heat.
I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed. Why the hell were these three working toward degrees? They could’ve opened a massage parlor and made millions. As their hands kneaded and explored, tension drained from my body, but it was replaced by something else. Something that was slowly building inside me.
Six hands were on my nearly naked body. And three hot men were in bed with me. Those numbers almost made math sexy, and they definitely made me squirm. Aaron laughed softly as my hips shimmied. His hands slid lower, under the sheet, his fingers brushing the curve of my ass. I gasped, my body tensing slightly, but he just continued his massage, his touch light and teasing. With so many hands on me, it was hard to focus on just one set, but I was somehow aware of every fingertip on my ass.
Then he slipped a finger under the strap of the skimpy panties, making me jolt. “Can these come off?” he asked softly.
Without giving myself time to think, I nodded. Then I buried my face in my arms, not looking at any of them. Strong fingers brushed across my ass again and then slid down, taking my panties with them. The sheet was pushed aside as I lifted each foot so Aaron could slide them all the way off.