Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
"Fuck me," she orders, in control even though she’s effectively powerless and pinned between us. But when Jared moves, Dawn’s eyes are wide, and her mouth drops open. "Oh fuck," she gasps, and I know how she feels. The sensation is pure, white-hot pleasure. She is so tight around us that Jared almost struggles to pull out and push back in.
I grip Dawn’s hips as though my life depends on ensuring she doesn’t float away, and Jared rolls his hips with a finesse that comes from having done this a few times before. Well, what can I say? Sharing comes naturally when you’ve shared a womb.
Dawn’s hips are mashed against mine, her clit grinding against my pelvic bone with every thrust, and she begins to twitch, seeking just the right kind of contact to send her over the edge into sweet oblivion all over again.
"That’s it," Jared says. "Come on our cocks."
Dawn groans, flopping until her face is resting against my breastbone and her breath is gusting hot and out of control.
"That’s it," Jared croons, and out of nowhere, he plants a slap that ripples Dawn’s ass and pulls a gasp from her lips. Her pussy tightens like a vise, which is enough to reveal how much she likes a little light punishment.
"She liked that," I say, and Jared responds with another spank. This time, the tightening grip around my cock is like rippling waves, and Dawn’s face scrunches as she orgasms almost painfully. My thighs feel wet from her arousal, and between us we are slick with sweat. I tug her close, wanting her to feel safe and secure between us, even as Jared takes us closer to our own release.
"Fuck," Jared grunts as his thrusts become less controlled. I know my brother’s close, and I am too. Maybe we’ll come together as a weird kind of grand finale. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation, feeling like I do when I hit a wave that’s going to go and go and go.
And then it hits.
A swell of pulsing pleasure that spins me out of the moment. Jared is only two seconds behind me, jerking his release until it’s almost painful to still be inside Dawn.
For a long moment, we all dwell within our own bodies, relishing the sensations, knowing that our time together is almost done.
Duty calls, and we all need to be showered and ready within twenty minutes, or Lachlan will hand us our arses on a plate.
"You guys rocked my world," Dawn says, half dreamy and half amused.
"I think it was you who rocked ours," Jared says, easing out slowly. He takes time to kiss her shoulders and her neck and tell her she’s the hottest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with.
I kiss her lips, soft and slow, until she’s squirming on my half-hard cock. "You could go again, couldn’t you?" I laugh, surprised.
"Hell yeah," she says.
"Forget your friend Kyla. I think it’s you who needs the big harem of boyfriends."
"Yeah," she laughs. "Do you know anyone who might want to join us?"
I do, actually. There are nine men in this place who I’m sure would sacrifice a nut to feel what I felt just now. Well, maybe not a nut, but something else almost as important as a vital body part. I don’t tell Dawn that because I wouldn’t ever want to pressure her to do anything with anyone.
She’s not a girl who’s shy about taking what she needs.
She doesn’t need me to hold her hand.
She lives each day as if it’s her last and it’s refreshing as fuck, but as we dress, kiss, and say easy, smiley, affectionate goodbyes, I can’t help but wonder, like Mitchell, why she got that tattoo in the first place.
8
THOMAS
It’s early evening and Cloud 9 is just starting to get busy with the after-work crowd and the before-dinner people. This is my favorite time of day because there’s still a mellow vibe about the place, and I get to spend some time adding to the atmosphere with my music.
Lachlan’s more than happy to have my easy guitar and my gravelly voice to entertain the masses. He doesn’t enjoy Cooper’s DJing but understands it’s what our customers want when it’s late and everyone is drunk.
I have a simple wooden chair in a raised area in the corner where I strum out the music I like and hope that the crowd enjoys it, too.
Dawn is flitting from table to table, helping Jared and Joshua deliver the drink orders. With a permanent smile on her face, she seems to be loving the work. The customers enjoy her easy, friendly attitude too, and I don’t miss the appreciative looks some of the men are sending her tonight. Her yellow sundress sets off her sun lightened hair drawn into a messy bun, and her catlike green eyes.