Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
When I return from the bathroom, he’s fucking her, slower strokes than me, and in a way that seems so intimate that I can’t watch. Colin and Owen come in, too, and I already know Brittany’s going to be sore today, because she takes all of them, one after the other.
Jealousy flares in me a couple of times, and I wonder who Brittany would say makes her feel the best. I can’t imagine that any of the others could compare to what she and I shared, and the question nags at me until I remind myself that this isn’t a competition. She doesn’t need to pick one of us, and this doesn’t have to be about anything other than making her feel good, even though it’s already starting to feel like something deeper.
27
BRITTANY
When we’re back on the road again, everything feels completely different. The air in the van itself has changed.
We’ve moved from tension based on irritation, to sexual tension driven by our inability to get enough of each other. We have to be discreet in front of Toad, though.
So there are only glances, longer looks, whispers, and a few subtle touches, until we stop for gas and Colin pulls me into his lap.
“What are you doing?”
“You look so hot in that tight shirt,” he says, slipping his hand under the bottom of it, making me squirm.
Jordan pulls my feet into his lap and runs his hand up my legs to my thighs.
“We can’t do this here,” I hiss, even while I’m laughing. “I don’t want any chance of the Stantons finding out.”
“Will you stay in our room tonight?” Colin steals a kiss before I can answer, and if I’d had any hesitation, the kiss would be enough to convince me.
I know I’ll stay with them tonight, even though I shouldn’t.
I can’t fight it.
Maybe I could resist one of them, but my willpower is no match for the four of them together.
After another kiss from Colin, a quick one from Jordan, and more looks of longing from Zane and Owen, who are out of reach, I move back to my seat just before Toad gets back in the van. “Anyone need anything?” she asks, sticking her head around the divider to look back at us.
I need something all right. Four somethings. “We’re good,” I tell her, glad I pulled away from the men before she caught us together.
I might not be able to resist them, but I need to get my fill of them during the last few days of this tour, and then we need to stop. What we’re doing is reckless, and I’m not going to continue sneaking around forever.
Prior to this tour, my usual routine of hooking up with one man was enough to keep me satisfied for a month. With the way these four give it to me so good, my sex bank will be overflowing after another night with them, and I’ll be good for months.
But will I be able to stop so easily? Last night was already different than the night before. There was more kissing, for one thing. More tenderness. It hit deeper, no pun intended, than one of my usual monthly encounters, but maybe that’s because I was still emotional after my scare with the creepy stranger at the bar.
Maybe I was imagining things, because surely all four of these men get all the sex they want, whenever they want it. It shouldn’t matter to them when we stop.
The show that night is their best one yet. It’s not the largest, or the biggest crowd, but the men’s moves have an energy and power behind them that’s mesmerizing.
I watch every number, unable to pull myself away, and I’m dripping for them by the time it’s over. As soon as they’re done with pictures, I go to their dressing room.
“What a great show,” I tell them.
“Yeah?” Zane’s eyes sparkle as he pulls me against him. “I was thinking about you the whole time.”
“Thinking about you with every move,” Colin says, demonstrating with a few thrusts and a devilish grin.
“Hope you all have plenty of energy left. I want a command performance in my room tonight.”
Jordan’s eyes go dark. “We’ll be ready.”
There’s no show later, but there is plenty of hip action and several moves that blow my mind. An hour into our night, I’m the one who’s running out of energy, and when I get tired, they hold me, their hands softly stroking over my skin as my eyes flutter closed. I sleep nestled between Colin and Owen, and though I think Jordan and Zane planned to go back to their room at some point, all four men are there when I wake up.
Owen greets me with coffee made just the way I like it, and there’s a breakfast sandwich and fruit waiting for me on the table in the room.