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)
Pressing her up against the wall, I unzip my pants, pull my cock out, and drive it deep inside her in a stroke that knocks the air out of her.
“How dare you think I might not want you?” I whisper in her ear before tugging her earlobe between my teeth.
“Ah, sorry. You’ve been working hard. You might be tired.” Her words come out stilted, interrupted by the force of my hips as I plunge in and out of her.
“Never too tired for you. My cock was made to fuck you, and you take it so good.”
Brittany usually needs something more during sex to come, like nipple or clit play, but I’ve found that dirty talk sends her over the edge just as well.
Her hands thread into my hair, pulling us closer. “I wanted your cock ever since the first time I saw it,” she says.
“I know you did, but you were too much of a sassy ass to admit it.” I punctuate her nickname with a couple of deeper thrusts.
“Fuck me harder, Jordan.”
“And so bossy,” I tell her.
“Stop talking and fuck me harder.”
My head falls back as a laugh bursts out of me, and then I do as she tells me to do.
There’s nothing funny about how it feels to be inside her, and both of us go quiet — aside from moans and heavy breathing — as I give it to her hard and deep and fast.
She clings to me, and grips me even tighter when she starts to come.
“Oh god, oh god.” It’s a desperate chant as she comes apart, her pussy squeezing me tight with every pulse of her orgasm.
“Oh god!”
At first, I’m admiring the beauty of this woman as she loses control, but it’s not long before I follow her into oblivion, the two of us clinging to each other like we’re never going to let go.
“So good,” she says, her voice all breathy after she’s crested her peak. “It’s so good … especially when you listen to me.”
Laughing again, a warm glow of happiness filling my chest, I wrap my arms around her, bowing my head to hers, our foreheads touching. This woman surprises me all the time, in so many wonderful ways, and I’m so damn lucky to be with her. All of us are.
47
BRITTANY - ONE YEAR LATER
“I’ll never get tired of this view,” I say before taking a sip of the decadent and delicious hot chocolate that Colin made for me. It’s a chilly evening, but the sunset, with its dazzling oranges, reds, and purples, is too spectacular to view from indoors.
“You don’t miss your cottage?” Owen asks.
I consider his question for a moment, and I’m surprised to find that I don’t miss it at all. Buying it was a proud achievement, and I enjoyed living there for a while, but life in our new beach house beats any scenario I could ever imagine. “It’s not like I don’t have it anymore,” I say.
“I know, but I wondered how you felt about not living there anymore,” Colin says, rubbing his foot against mine as the five of us cuddle together on the deck furniture.
A newlywed couple is renting my cottage now, and I’m both glad that someone else is enjoying it, and proud to own a real estate investment. I can officially add landlord to my job titles, along with assistant club manager, and gym investor and consultant.
“I’m happy as long as I’m with all of you,” I tell him, “and this place ain’t too shabby either.”
The beach house is actually beyond my wildest dreams. It’s enormous, set in a beautiful location, and comes equipped with the four most gorgeous and wonderful men I’ve ever known.
“Not too shabby at all,” Jordan says, “but you miss a lot of these sunsets when you’re working at Club Red.”
“You can give notice anytime,” Zane says. “You know we want to take care of you.”
I smile at him and the other three men. “You do take care of me, in so many ways, and maybe someday I’ll want to quit, but I enjoy working there. Much as I love this house, I think I’d get bored if I was home all day.”
“If you didn’t work at the club, we’d probably recruit you full time at the gym,” Jordan says.
The four of them made me a partner in their business, which I thought at first was an honorary title, but I help them whenever I can. The gym here on Four Points is doing so well that they’re planning to open more locations off the island, and recently I’ve been helping them scout for the best areas.
“Imagine the temptation if Brittany was at the gym all day,” Colin says, his voice full of wonder.
As it is, I drop in frequently, usually to bring them lunch or coffee, and whenever they can, one or two of them will steal away to the office with me for a very private and personalized workout, the kind that gets my blood flowing and my heart pumping, and always leaves me satisfied.