Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"Oh my God!" she cries, burying her face in her hands. "We are not talking about this."
Kieran mutters something under his breath and then shakes his head. "Go get ready for your trip, baby girl," he says. "We'll talk when you get home."
"Not if it's about this, we won't," she mumbles.
Kieran chuckles, dropping another kiss on her forehead, and then he glances at me and Braxton again. "Take care of her," he growls, a shadow passing through his eyes. "Take care of each other."
"We will," Braxton says, his promise ringing out clear and true.
"We will," I echo, meaning it all the way to my soul. Taking care of each other will be our greatest joy in this life and loving each other will be our greatest reward. There is nothing that matters more than that. Not now, not ever.
We drag Lola into our arms as Kieran jogs toward his truck, watching in silence as he pulls out and heads home. Lola expels a soft breath, relaxing into us.
"That went way better than I expected," she admits.
"It went exactly how I expected," Braxton says.
She tilts her face back to look up at him, surprise written all over her face.
"He loves you," he says simply. "And it's impossible to love you and not be willing to share you with the people who love you just as fiercely, lamb." His mocha gaze drifts to me, blazing with heat. "It's impossible not to love them just as much."
"Jesus," I whisper, emotion welling from my chest.
"Braxton," Lola whispers, moisture brightening her eyes.
He smiles, pulling her closer, drawing me with her until we're tangled together on the sidewalk in one big clump of hands and hearts and love. Christ, there's so much of it; it's like it's alive in the air around us. We breathe it in, exhale it out, until it pumps through our veins with every heavy beat of our hearts.
"It's true, lamb. I love you. Both of you."
I touch my forehead to his and then bend my head, touching my lips to hers. "Always," I growl against her sweet mouth. "Fucking always."
"Yes," she whispers, burrowing into us. "Always."
Chapter Eight
Lola
"Wake up, Lola baby," Liam croons, seaming his body to my back. His lips make lazy tracks across my shoulders, sending heat straight to my core.
"Mm," I moan, burrowing deeper into Braxton's chest. "It's too early." We were up late again last night, making love. All week, we've been up late, making love, talking, and laughing. Today is our last day in Tahoe before we return home. We've made every moment count.
"It's important, sweet girl," Liam croons, running his hand down my side.
I groan, cracking my eyes open. Early morning sunlight filters in from the windows, but most of the room is still shrouded in darkness. The sun hasn't even fully risen yet. It's definitely way too early to be awake. "The sun isn't even up yet."
My men are, though. Liam's erection prods against my lower back. Braxton's nudges against my folds where one of my legs is thrown over his hip. I'm wet, of course. I live in a constant state of arousal around them. All they have to do is breathe and I'm aching for them, begging them to make love to me again. And they do. Over and over until I'm dizzy with the pleasure of it. Until I'm so full of cum it splashes out and drips down my legs.
I have a feeling we're going to be breaking my dad's rule. At the rate we're going, I'll be pregnant by the end of the month if I'm not already. They're on a mission to breed me, and nothing is going to stand in their way. I want it just as badly. I want two little boys, one who looks like each of my men.
"Braxton," I moan as he rocks his hips and slips inside me.
I hear Liam pop open the bottle of lube, and then feel his fingers at my back entrance. I moan, pushing back against him, eager to take him too. He plays with me, teasing and stretching me until I'm pleading for more.
"Oh, God," I cry out, my nails digging into Braxton's shoulders as Liam slowly pushes his way inside me. My toes curl, my entire body going lax as indescribable pleasure overwhelms me.
"Fuck, she's so tight like this," Liam growls. "I can feel your cock through that tiny little membrane separating us."
"Stop talking, or this will be over before it even starts," Braxton says, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "She's so damn hot."
"So are you," Liam mutters, running his hands through my hair and then reaching for Braxton. He pulls him down for a kiss. Their tongues tangle together, first in Liam's mouth, and then in Braxton's. I moan at the sight, my core clenching.
They don't leave me out. God no, they don't. Braxton turns Liam's face toward me, and his tongue slips into my mouth. Braxton grunts and then he's kissing me too. One after the other until we're all three a tangle of tongues and breath and moans.