Four Nights Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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Both of them do get me off, with some very impressive tongue skills and a couple of talented fingers, and because there’s no way I want to leave them frustrated, I return the favor with my mouth on their cocks. Instead of pulling away when they’re about to come, I stay put, and prepare myself to take their cum in my mouth. For Trevor, I don’t manage to take it all because it’s a shock, and my mouth gets full, but when I do Adrian next, I remember to swallow and I’m able to take everything he gives me. Both men seem very impressed and make jokes about me being a fast learner.

I don’t even want to look at the clock when we finally lie down with the intention to sleep. Trevor graciously offers the bed to Adrian, and I’m instantly nervous when we get under the covers together. It doesn’t make sense to feel shy after what we’ve done tonight, but I’ve never shared my bed with a man, and Adrian’s good looks still intimidate me.

“Do you want to spoon?” he asks, his voice taking on an intimate quality in the dark.

“Oh, um … if you want to.” I can’t tell if he’s just asking to be polite, or maybe because space is tight in my bed. I wish I had a king sized bed so I could sleep between both men.

“Roll on your side,” he says. “I’m the big spoon.”

When I turn away from him, he wraps an arm around my middle and pulls me snug against him, my back pressing into his chest. I put a clean pair of panties on before getting in bed, and Adrian put his underwear on, but I can still feel his cock pressing against my ass. I keep perfectly still even though I’m tempted to wiggle against him.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, his head on the pillow just behind mine, his fingers resting in a position where they graze the bottoms of my bare breasts.

“Mm-hmm. Are you?”

“Yeah. This is nice,” he says, and I’m ridiculously pleased that he feels that way. “You play the guitar?” he asks after a moment of silence during which I adjust my breathing to match the rise and fall of his chest.

“Yeah … I’m actually playing my first gig the night after tomorrow.”

“Really? Where?” He sounds impressed, and I’m ridiculously pleased about that too.

“Just a little bar on the island. Do you know Rusty’s?”

“Yeah, I’ve been there. That’s a great place. Not as little as it used to be, either. You must be really good.”

“Eh, I hope. I’m going to be so nervous.”

“You’ll do great,” he says, and I appreciate the encouragement, even though it doesn’t mean much when he’s never heard me play. “So you work with Garrett?” he asks.

“Yeah. He and I are the IT department at a small plastics company.”

“IT. That’s cool,” he says, making me giggle.

“What you mean to say is, that’s boring.”

“Do you think it’s boring?” he asks. “Is that why you’re getting into music?”

“No, I like my IT work, but I’ve always loved music too.”

His hand shifts and his fingers start to trace a pattern along the underside of my breast. “Would you rather be a musician full time?”

“That’s probably every musician’s dream,” I say, moving my leg so that it’s aligned with one of his and loving the feel of the hair on his body brushing against me, “but that’s usually all it is — just a dream.”

“I think most dreams are doable if you put the hard work in.”

“What about you?” I ask. “Was your dream to be a dancer?”

“Ha, no.” Adrian chuckles in a way that almost makes me regret my question. “And I hope to not be doing it much longer.” His fingers still as he cups my breast in his palm, and I wonder if his movements are intentional or automatic.

“No? What do you want to do?”

The fingers start strumming my chest again, moving closer to my nipple. “Trevor and I have applications in for fire training in Raleigh.”

“For firefighting?”

“Mm-hmm.” His confirmation vibrates on the back of my neck as his thumb gently hardens my nipple. “There can be a long wait, though, and stiff competition for limited jobs all around the state.”

“How long have you wanted to do that?” I ask.

“Since I was a kid. I remember talking about it with Garrett when we were little, actually. The funny thing is if I become a fireman, I’ll make less money than I do at Club Red pretending to be a fireman, but at least I’ll be helping people.”

“That sounds very admirable, but I don’t think you should discount how much pleasure you bring to all of those horned-up women at the club.”

A burst of laughter erupts from him and he immediately stifles it, probably not wanting to disturb Trevor, who’s been quiet ever since he lay down. “Those horned-up women will just have to set their houses on fire if they want to see me,” Adrian whispers in my ear.



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