Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Oh my God, he was hard. Like, really, really hard.
I whimpered as I felt Wilder move right against me, his body hot against my thigh as one open hand pressed into the small of my back and the other spanked down on my ass. I gasped as he tugged my skirt up, flipping it over my ass and completely baring my thong to his eyes. I thought I’d seen the front of Lincoln’s pants pulsing, but when I felt something big and huge throb against my ass, I moaned softly, knowing what it was.
They were both hard from this — Wilder from disciplining me and spanking my ass, and Lincoln from watching him do it.
“Who the fuck was this date with?” Wilder growled.
I shook my head. “No one! Just this guy.”
“What guy?” Lincoln muttered.
“He plays football for the college.”
I could heard Wilder growl slowly under his breath, muttering something I couldn’t quite hear.
“Yeah? And what exactly happened on this date?”
“Nothing,” I panted, swallowing and feeling my face burn as his hand slid over the curve of my ass, soothing where he’d just spanked.
“Don’t lie to us, Kenzie,” Lincoln growled.
I shook my head, the heat blazing through me as I saw Lincoln’s jaw clench, his hand tight on the arm rest of the sofa. I could feel Wilder’s thick erection pulsing against my thigh, and between the two of them, it felt like I was melting right there against the couch.
“Nothing happened, I swear,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I mean, he—”
“He what?”
There was this edge to Wilder’s voice that wasn’t really anger, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“He what?” he snarled again, and this time, I knew what I was hearing in his voice.
Jealousy.
The thought made me gasp and made every cell in my body tingled. I’d made him jealous. Or both of them.
“He wanted me to…” I shut my eyes, my cheeks burning hot as I felt Wilder’s cock strain against his jeans into my skin. I heard movement, and when I opened my eyes, I gasped at Lincoln standing right in front of me. He reached down and cupped my jaw, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched tight.
“What the fuck did this little piece of shit try, Kenzie?”
I blushed scarlet.
“Tell us.”
I swallowed thickly. “He wanted me to…to, you know.”
“What?”
“He wanted me to suck his cock,” I finally blurted out.
Both big, gorgeous men growled — the sound primal and animalistic.
“I didn’t,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I really didn’t.”
“And yet,” Wilder’s voice was low and gravely, and the sound of it rumbled through me like a wildfire.
“And yet, since you’ve decided to wear a skirt so short I can fucking see it, I can also see that your naughty little thong is fucking wet.”
I swear, I could’ve come from those words alone. Even after how insane that night had turned out, with Wilder putting his hands on me and spanking my bare ass right in front of Lincoln, nothing could’ve prepared me for hearing that.
…And nothing had ever set off a spark inside of me so hot or so fierce.
I closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath and trying to find the courage to say what I wanted to say — to tell them out loud that it was them I wanted, not some frat douchebag.
“Kenzie—”
“They weren’t like that when I got home.”
The words blurted out before I could stop them, and suddenly, I felt the whole room go still. Wilder stiffened, his hand leaving my skin and body moving away from mine.
No, no.
I didn’t want to not feel him against me, and I didn’t want to not feel his hands on me.
I turned, taking shaky breaths and feeling my whole body buzz with the raw need for him — for both of them. And slowly, I opened my mouth.
“That—”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to look right up into Wilder’s deep, dark, brooding, sexy eyes.
“That only happened after I got home, daddy.”
The room froze. I swear you could’ve heard a pin drop. And I’m not sure what in the world I ever thought was going to happen when I said it — what insane porno-scenario my dirty mind thought might just happen when I said it.
But when Wilder opened his mouth, it was nothing I’d expected.
“Go to bed, Kenzie,” he growled quietly, his face and his eyes so full of heat and this raw desire that it almost sucked me right into him. But he took a step back, his broad chest heaving. He glanced past me, and I looked over my shoulder to see Lincoln standing there with his jaw clenched tight and his eyes wild — the same frozen, hard look on his face as he shook his head and downed the last of his drink before turning away.
“Go to bed,” Wilder said again, quieter this time.