Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I wanted to make more noises sound from her. Every fiber of my being wanted to touch her, to please her.
With a tense jaw, I garnered what sense of control I had left and knelt behind her, cupping the back of her neck and guiding her low enough to get her hair wet.
My eyes uncontrollably strayed, admiring the slope of her perfect, bare body. The peaks of her breasts. The curves of her hips. The fullness of her thighs.
Oh… damn.
I helped her sit back up before squeezing some sort of flowery scented shampoo that one of the triplets picked up for her. My fingers coursed through her wet hair, massaging her head as I lathered the shampoo in well.
A faint moan sounded from Aisling as she leaned her head back more, her eyes fluttering shut.
My cock started to strain against my black jeans as I continued my motions, working the shampoo in until there were suds. I guided her back down to rinse the shampoo off, watching the foam dissolve in the warm water. However, I wasn’t done with her.
My hands moved down her neck to her back and shoulders, massaging gently yet firmly. She was almost purring for me, soft hums and moans drifting from her. I could be daring, or I could play it safe.
What would she do?
I let my hands trail down her arms, her head pressing against my chest. I didn’t care that my shirt was getting wet.
All I cared about was the way she arched her back, pushing her chest up like she was dying to be touched. I obliged, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingertips.
Aisling’s eyes flickered open as she peered up at me with flushed cheeks.
“Would you think I was a freak if I said I’ve fantasized about being pampered like this?” she asked.
I slid my hand up to the underside of her chin, keeping her eyes on mine.
“You act like that’s a bad thing,” I replied before getting to my feet. I leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against her lips, tasting how sweet she was. I wanted more, though. I wanted to complete her fantasy.
Aisling gasped when I reached down and grabbed her, pulling her up on the flat edge of the tub. She held onto the sides to keep herself from falling over as I knelt between her legs, my face pressing between her thighs.
A blissful gasp rang from her as I swiped my tongue up through her folds. She buried her fingers in my hair with one hand, her back arching as my tongue flicked against her clit.
“Link…” she moaned.
I dug my fingertips into her thighs, anchoring her down as I pressed my mouth flush against her center. I let my tongue explore every inch of her, teasing her entrance and caressing her clit. She was addictingly tasty, pleasure shooting through me just from her enjoyment.
Aisling’s body started to tense more and more with each brush of my tongue or caress of my lips. She threw her head back when I sucked on her clit, pleasure jolting through her.
“I can’t… I won’t last,” she breathed out as she tugged on my hair.
I wanted her to fall apart for me. To look at me and remember how hard I made her come. With just a few more strokes of my tongue, she shuddered through an intense orgasm, her breathy moans echoing throughout the bathroom and spilling into the bedroom.
Aisling gradually relaxed, seeming to melt as she came down from the bliss and adrenaline.
“Oh, woah,” she murmured.
Now, that was definitely a lot of excitement for one day. I leaned up and captured her lips in a slow kiss, letting her taste herself and showing her just how much I enjoyed that.
And just how much I wanted to do that all over again.
Chapter 10
Aisling
As a few weeks passed by, my feelings toward the guys were getting more and more confusing.
With a thoughtful furrow in my brow, I chopped up an onion in the clubhouse’s small kitchen, listening to Chris and Claude chat behind me as they prepared chicken breasts and gold potatoes to be cooked for tonight’s dinner with everyone.
Gradually, I’d started becoming more involved in the group’s activities. Besides the illegal ones that I ignored.
It was for the best, and stress wouldn’t be good for the baby.
As I listened to their laughter, my heart thumped heavily in my chest. I liked their laughs. Their voices. Their looks.
I liked so many things about all of the guys that the line between business and pleasure was getting more and more blurred by the day.
Yes, this was a business arrangement, but the moments of intimacy and sweetness that I shared with everyone—everyone besides Bradley, at least—wasn’t mentioned in the terms.
I thought that they would just check on me to make sure that I was breathing and take me to doctor’s appointments, but that wasn’t the case.