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)
"I need to fuck her," Liam groans, grinding his cock against the mattress. "Christ, Brax. I can't stand it."
"Are you ready for us, Lola baby?" I ask, lifting my head from between her legs to find her watching us with those cobalt eyes on fire. She's so damn beautiful, all flushed and wrung out, plastered to the bed like the sweetest little sacrifice. "Do you think you can take Liam?"
"I want you both."
"You'll get us both." I press my lips to her belly, smiling at the way it quivers beneath my lips. "But we're taking it slow, Lola."
"Fine," she huffs, that bottom lip poking out to let me know she isn't pleased with my rule. She'll understand the reason for it soon enough. When we're inside her, threatening to split her open, she'll be grateful we took it slow and eased her into it.
"Take his cock out, lamb," I murmur, helping roll her onto her side facing him.
She runs her hands down his body, stopping to trace over the tattoos littering his ribcage and chest. Liam's body is a work of art, one honed from years of working his family's vineyard. Ink adorns his skin like oil on canvas, telling pieces of his story.
"I didn't know you had these," she says softly.
"I'm getting another." He lifts her hand and places it over his heart. "Your names will go right here." His eyes flash to mine. "Both of them."
My eyes drift close, a swell of emotion washing through me. It soothes those places inside, the ones I thought existed in darkness. I was wrong about that. They aren't dark at all. They're so powerfully bright they burned so I closed my eyes to them, refusing to look. I'm looking now, though. And I'm not afraid of a goddamn thing I see.
"I love that," Lola whispers. "Can I get one too?"
"Fuck no," we both growl at the same time.
She laughs softly, her amusement filtering through the room like the notes of a song.
"Touch him, lamb," I urge, settling behind her. "Unravel him for us."
She doesn't have to be told twice. Lola sets about her task like an obedient little student, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth. She runs her palms down his chest and over the ridges of his abdomen, watching the way his muscles contract beneath her hands. Her fingertips trail up his sides and then down his ribcage, teasing him.
She leans forward and traces the same path with her mouth. Liam watches through slit lids, his hands clenched at his sides as she explores his body. His breath comes in pants, but he stays still, letting her do what she wants to him. His erection tents his slacks.
"Fuck," he growls, his hips arching from the bed when she cups him through his pants.
"You're so hard."
"You're making him harder, Lola baby," he groans.
"Unzip his pants, lamb. Take his cock out."
She struggles with his button for a minute before it finally pops free. His zipper slides down with ease.
"Ah, Christ." His hips leave the bed again when she reaches inside his pants for his cock. Her small hand reappears a second later, wrapped around his girth. We've been friends for years. It's impossible to know someone for as long as we have and not know what their dick looks like. But seeing his cock with her hand wrapped around it is different. It's sexy as hell.
The broad head is red and engorged, precum welling from the slit. Her fingers don't even come close to touching around his shaft. He's going to split her open and leave her writhing in ecstasy by the time he's finished with her.
"Grip him tight and run your hand up and down his shaft," I instruct Lola, teaching her how to jack his cock. "Make your fist nice and tight for him."
She does as instructed, working her hand up and down his dick. He writhes beneath her touch, panting for breath. And fuck me, there's something beautiful about watching him unravel like this. About being the one to help her unravel him.
"Keep doing that, lamb," I murmur. "Don't stop." I shift around to drag his pants down his legs, trying to get them and his shoes out of the way. The first time, I want her on top, riding him. It'll give me access to her sexy ass.
By the time I get his shoes and pants off, Lola's on her knees beside him, and he's hanging on by a thread.
"Stop for a minute, lamb."
She immediately stops.
Liam growls a curse, the impatient fucker.
I rise to my feet and kick my shoes off. My pants follow. I climb back onto the bed with the two of them, my dick bobbing against my stomach. Lola moans when I drag her back against my chest, tilting her head back to claim her lips in a deep kiss.