Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“I want you to take me. It’s been so long, Rory. I need you to fill me up.”
“With pleasure,” he said, smiling against my cheek, kissing my mouth again. I grinned right back at the promise of satisfaction. I knew Rory would be a good lover, knew from Kendall he was something of a playboy. I wanted a man who knew what he was doing, who could turn me on and take me higher. Someone I liked and trusted. Rory fit the bill perfectly.
We were alone on the patio, in the cool, quiet darkness. His fingers started working between my legs, pushing my panties aside and tracing my folds, learning the contours of my most private places, touching my core so tenderly. I pushed against his questing fingers, wanting more. Wanting him to plunder me, take me, let me let go and surrender. I needed it. I was begging him by the time he finally brushed against my swollen clit. My legs trembled and I was breathless with want.
He leaned back to unfasten his jeans. That was when the door opened. Jeremy and Darren stepped out on the patio. There was no denying that they saw me, spread out on the couch, topless, my dress hiked up and thighs parted. A hitch in my breathing as Jeremy met my eyes and gave a nod. Both men set their beers down on a table and came to join us.
“Need some help, little brother?” Jeremy asked in a low, husky voice.
“I’ve got this. You can go back inside and forget you saw anything,” Rory said.
“Too late for that,” Darren added, stalking closer to me, making my pulse race even more. His predatory gaze, his size—want surged in me. I should have been embarrassed. I should have pulled my top up and run upstairs crying inmortification. I should never have reached my hand out for him. He took in, kissed my palm and sat beside me on the couch. Darren’s big hands covered my breasts, fondling me while his eyes searched mine. I bit my lip and his eyes blazed in response. His mouth was on mine, a slow, sexy kiss while he caressed my breasts. As his kiss deepened, his hands grew urgent, rougher. Darren plucked at my hardened nipples, pinched them between his finger and thumb, making me writhe and twist and beg for more. My teeth grazed his bottom lip and a sound I made drove him to pull me onto his lap. My hands gripped his shoulders as Darren buried his face in my breasts, licking, lapping, sucking them until I was mindless with desire.
I felt the heat behind me, the solid warmth of his chest. I knew from the way he felt against my back that it was Jeremy, lean and strong, his hands skating over my bare shoulders and down my arms. He captured one of my hands from his brother’s shoulder and drew my arm back around his neck. Then Jeremy’s hands were on my hips, my belly. I could look down and see them—Darren’s mouth sucking my nipple, Jeremy’s long fingers stroking my stomach and reaching down between my legs. I reached back with my other arm so my arms were around Jeremy’s neck and my back arched, breasts thrusting forward to give Darren better access. One of Darren’s hands was on my ass, massaging and squeezing, while the other fondled the breast he wasn’t licking. Jeremy’s hands, smooth, hot, long fingered, moved down the curve of my lower belly and between my parted thighs.
“So wet, mmm. Good girl,” Jeremy said, and his sexy voice spiked through me. His finger pressed right on my clit, and everything lit up inside me. Moving down, he stroked and petted me, making a pleased humming sound as he slid through my wetness. His long fingers penetrated me, one and then two, stretching me. I sighed, replete with him filling the emptiness inside me. Darren moved back to kiss my mouth, sucking my tongue as his brother fucked me with his fingers. I gasped, thinking how filthy this was, how wrong. I rocked my hips with abandon, wanting Jeremy to go deeper, to give me even more. My arms still clung to him, reaching back, and Darren broke our kiss to watch my face. I felt his gaze, but I couldn’t stop. I looked back even as I rode Jeremy’s fingers, and his mouth found mine, eating at my lips, so different from his rothers’ kisses. He stroked his fingers inside me in time with his tongue going into my mouth. Darren played with my nipples, then reached down and rubbed my clit in an insistent circle. My thighs shook and I whimpered at the overload of sensation rolling through my body. I bucked into Jeremy’s fingers as he curled them inside me, thrusting and curling and withdrawing again and again, playing my body like a guitar. Darren’s firm circles on my clit had stars bursting in front of my eyes. My head tossed back and forth on Jeremy’s chest, body rising and rocking involuntarily, reaching for more. My mouth fell open so I could catch my breath, and when it did, Rory appeared beside me, his lips on mine. When he sealed our mouths together, it sent me over the edge. The pinch of his fingers on my nipple as Jeremy speared my sex with his long fingers and Darren toyed with my clit all combined like I was ratcheting up to the top of a steep hill and then the rollercoaster plunged into freefall. I screamed and screamed as all three Becketts made me come.