Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Playing this slow is the right way to go. Teasing Eli until he’s fucking panting for me, until he can’t think past his need for my cock.
I can’t do it.
Every encounter I’ve had with him in the days since Lammas have been tense and filled with things unsaid, things undone. None of that matters right now, not with lust so thick in the air that I can taste it on my tongue.
It’s not the only thing I want to taste on my tongue.
Before I can think too hard about it, I lean down and take Eli’s cock into my mouth. He’s not as girthy as I am, but he’s longer and has a wicked curve. I press my hand to his stomach as I suck him down, enjoying the way his muscles flex beneath my palm as he fights not to arch up into my mouth.
I explore him with my tongue slowly, forcing myself to go easy instead of sucking him off until he loses control and comes. I want that, want it more than I can say, but I can’t shake the feeling that the moment he does, he’ll find a way to end this.
I can’t remember the last time I felt anything resembling peace, the last time I set down the burdens that weigh so heavily on my shoulders. Even when I’m in bed with Harlow, focused entirely on her, part of me has always been wondering what bullshit Eli is getting up to.
They’re both with me tonight. I don’t have to wonder. I don’t have to watch for a knife in the back, not until the sun rises and this strange peace dissipates like the morning dew. Tonight, there’s nothing on the agenda but pleasure and I didn’t expect the sheer relief that knowledge brings.
I’m not ready for this moment to end.
With that in mind, I drag myself off his cock. “Get over here, Harlow.”
She whimpers a little, but I’m not in the mood to argue. I hook her around the waist and lift her off Eli’s face and down to perch astride his hips. “Take his cock.”
“Abel—”
I catch her chin in a light grip and drag my thumb over her bottom lip. “Take his cock, and take mine, too.”
Her breath catches. “I thought you were going to fuck his ass.”
“I am. I will. But he hasn’t earned it yet.” I hold her gaze and give her a slow smile. “Before I fuck him, we’re going to fuck you. Over and over again until you can’t take any more. Right, Eli?”
“Right.”
I skate my hands up her thighs to her hips and look over her shoulder at Eli. “You have lube stashed in here somewhere?”
His grin is slow and arrogant. “Yes…”
“She’s going to need it.”
Harlow’s jaw drops, but she recovers quickly, her expression settling into the familiar challenge that I enjoy so much. She looks at him and then at me. “You think you can outlast me?”
“Sweetheart, I know we can. Now, where’s the lube?”
21
Eli
Trust Abel to turn this into a competition, to somehow know it’s exactly what the three of us need keep things from spiraling out of control. At least in theory. I feel completely untethered as he wraps a fist around my cock and guides me to Harlow’s entrance. She sinks down slowly. This is nothing like the last time we had sex, with ugliness bubbling up between us and spilling from our tongues.
Here, there is only pleasure.
She looks down at me, her hair a tangled mess around her head, her skin flushed from pleasure, her lips parted around each ragged exhale, and it’s almost like all the bad shit doesn’t exist anymore. There’s just us and our love, and things make sense again.
And then she leans over and takes Abel’s cock into her mouth.
I wait for the anger I felt last time I watched them together, for the pain and jealousy and rage. There’s a faint pang in my chest, but it’s different. Diffused. Maybe because this feels different. This isn’t us or them. It’s the three of us meeting on a somewhat even playing field. No one’s trying to prove a point, at least not one beyond the fact that we could be good together.
Can’t afford to think like that.
Except it’s nearly impossible to resist the siren call of what could be as Harlow starts rocking on my cock, slowly fucking me even as Abel thrusts into her mouth. It’s seamless, and it feels like we’ve been here before, like this isn’t new but merely a continuation of what was.
Dangerous thoughts. Ideas I should tuck away and forget as quickly as possible. Any future with either of these people is an ask I’m sure as fuck not entitled to.
But then, I’ve always been a selfish bastard when it comes to what I want. I don’t want to let Harlow go. And, even knowing it’s impossible, part of me still craves a future similar to what Abel and I once dreamed of. Not the same one, not when we’ve both changed so much, but a future where we stand side by side.