Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Tonight is completely different from any date I’ve ever been on. I’ve only dated guys my own age, and none of them have ever cooked for me or carried my shoes, or even held my hand during a walk on the beach.
Guys my own age have either goofed around or tried too hard to impress me with things that weren’t impressive at all. These four men are clearly comfortable in their decorated skin, effortlessly confident in who they are, and the thought of that confidence has me fantasizing about what they’d be like in bed. Surely nothing at all like the couple of men I’ve been with in the past.
Lost in my thoughts about how great it would be to be with them, I unconsciously give Christian’s hand a squeeze, and it’s apparently the signal he’d been waiting for. He stops us, his hand now tugging mine, keeping me close, and when I turn toward him, he slides his other arm around my waist and brings our bodies together.
His chest is solid where mine is soft, his fingers are pressing me closer to him, and the masculine scent that now surrounds me makes my belly ache with need.
His eyes burn into mine for a timeless moment before he finally bends his head and brushes his lips against mine.
It’s a gentle greeting at first, an invitation for more, and when I kiss him back, he responds with firmer pressure, the quick brush of his tongue, a sample of the intoxicating taste of his mouth, a promise of the pleasure to come.
It’s heady stuff, and I’m glad he has a firm hold on me, because my knees go weak.
Just as I’m starting to relax into his kiss, a hand pulls at my shoulder, Christian and I are separated, and then it’s Hutch bending to match his lips to mine.
He asks a question in the gentle way that he connects with me, and when I silently answer, he takes it deeper, and I’m lightheaded with the lust building inside me. His kiss is skilled perfection, a dance that has me following his lead. His arms wrap around me, and the strangest combination of contentment and impatience fills me. I feel safe and secure, but also needy and consumed by the deepest ache I’ve ever experienced.
A throat clears, another hand reaches for me, and then I’m in Mace’s arms. These men are passing me around, and it’s suddenly the fulfillment of a fantasy I never knew I had. Each of them kisses me like they’re claiming me, and it’s true—I’m theirs. I’m putty in their hands, oh so ready for whatever they want to do to me tonight.
Mace’s kiss is more playful, a little game that we both keep winning over and over. His fingers press into my hip, and my pussy turns to molten lava at the nearness of his touch to the spot between my legs. We’re just kissing—though these are the best and most intoxicating kisses I’ve ever received—and my body is responding like we’re about to have sex. I’m so wet and ready, but then, I always seem to get this way when I’m around them.
Maybe I’m being silly and getting way ahead of what’s happening here, but then Zipper pulls me to him—Zipper!—and there’s no mistaking the intention in his kiss. He may not speak much, but his mouth and his body are communicating volumes. I know without a doubt that he wants me by the way he tugs my hips against his, and how I feel part of his anatomy stiffen against me. His fingers slide through my hair and bring our mouths closer together, and the taste of him … oh, it’s so much better than anything I had for dinner tonight.
He kisses me until I can barely catch my breath, and even when he stops, he doesn’t let me go. He keeps our bodies connected, and I want so badly to rub myself against him, to feel the extent of his hardness and take pleasure from it, right here on the beach, but I can’t. I won’t let myself do that, even though it takes enormous effort to hold back.
“Wow,” I say, such an understatement for what I just experienced. Hutch chuckles and squeezes my shoulder, letting his hand slowly trail down my bare arm, even as Zipper continues to hold me.
“I’ve never been in a situation like this before,” I confess.
“Kissing on the beach?” Hutch teases, a small smile curving those lips I just enjoyed.
I laugh, feeling the tiniest bit of tension ease out of me, though I’m still a ball of nerves, tensely woven with desire. “Kissing four men on the beach,” I say.
All of their eyes are on me, heating up any bits of skin that weren’t already enflamed.
“Are you okay with it?” Hutch asks.