Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“I, uh, I let…” I trail off.
“What did you do, babe?”
I tilt my head up and whisper against the side of his throat. “I let Leo touch me.”
I’m flipped onto my back so quickly, I nearly cry out. Ford settles his lean, strong body over mine, pinning me to the lumpy mattress. His cock is hard and presses shamelessly against my center, forcing my legs to part for his hips to settle against me in the most torturous yet perfect way.
His nose touches mine and his breath is hot against my mouth. “You did fucking what?”
“It just happened. In the car,” I breathe. I’m embarrassed, but I don’t regret it. It felt good. Really good. And now, I’m turned on just thinking about it. Especially by the way he rubs against me.
“How did he touch you?”
My breathing increases with the thoughts. “With his fingers.”
“Where?” he growls.
“Between my legs.”
“Where?” he demands again.
“My pussy.”
“He did it with us right there?” he asks in astonishment. He sounds equal parts impressed and pissed as hell.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “It was wrong. There’s something wrong with me.” My brows furrow as I allow my own words to wash over me. Why do I want them all? I’m greedy and slutty. But if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t care that it’s slutty. I care about them all and always have. Why is that wrong?
His lips press to mine softly. “There is nothing wrong with you.” He grinds his cock against me and my entire body shudders with delight. “Everything is right with you, Clove.”
I grip his strong biceps and dig my heels into his ass. Hot breath. Strong body. Manly scent. In the dark, I want to be consumed by him.
“I don’t know what has come over me,” I murmur. “I’m practically on fire with need. It’s embarrassing.” I’m near tears at how much of a whore this makes me. Letting one of my guys finger me, and then hours later another one dry hump me.
“You do not have to be embarrassed,” he assures me in a whisper. “Let me help this time, babe.”
I relax at his words. He doesn’t seem horrified at the way I clutch desperately onto him. In fact, like Leo, he seems into it. His hips flex and I bite on my lip to keep from crying out. When his large palm grips my tit over my gown, a moan slips out. I crave more of his touch and I clumsily pull it down, baring myself to give him more access. As soon as I have it pulled down, his hot palm touches my skin, causing a ripple of consuming need to zing through me. He caresses me gently at first, and then his hand becomes desperate and firm, squeezing and teasing, pinching the nipple that has pebbled for him.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Look how perfect you are.”
I melt under his intense praise. Leaning down, he takes my lips in a hard, rough kiss before slowly trailing his way down to my chest. When his soft lips brush against my nipple, I arch my back up. His tongue flicks out, and he laves it against the peaked flesh. He sucks the nipple into his mouth and the room glitters with color.
Holy shit.
His other hand slides down between my thighs and he rubs my pussy over my panties. I get lost on the sick pleasure of the idea Leo was there only hours ago. My internal voice screaming, “Fuck me, Ford. Fuck me like the bad girl I am.”
Shit, I’m a mess. My pussy throbs as pleasure pulses there, sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my toes curling. I come hard with images of both Leo and Ford doing filthy things to me at the same time. I’m desperate to throw Ford to his back and just take what I need. A little growl rumbles in my chest, making him grin. The wicked gleam in his eyes says he knows exactly where my thoughts are.
I’ve barely come down when we hear footsteps enter the cabin. Ford slides off me quickly like I’m a fire he’s too close to. We’re both breathing heavily. I want to talk to him about it, but we’ve been interrupted.
“Good,” Seb grunts. “You’re awake. I’m tired as hell.”
I remain lying on my back, my heart thundering in my chest. Ford curses but climbs out of the bed. They exchange some words and Ford hisses for Zac to wake up as well. Zac grumbles for Seb to “fuck off” and doesn’t make any moves to leave from the couch. Seb’s shoes get kicked off and his gun makes a thunking sound as he sets it on a nearby table. Then comes his shirt and slacks before he’s sliding into bed with me.
I’m going to combust. No sane person could survive these men. You’d have to be a saint not to want them. I’m no saint.