Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Gabe, it’s okay to show her your frustration.” Tobias uses a foot to kick my legs farther apart, stretching the leggings around my trembling knees. “She likes it.”
The foreman groans and I sense him stumbling closer. He grips my ass in both hands and kneads my cheeks roughly, then he strikes me with the flat of his palm on my right buttock, shooting off a flare inside of me that carries me up, up into the night sky and drops me toward earth. The only thing that propels me back upward is another sharp slap. And now all three of them are laboring to breathe, Banks stroking his hands up and down my back, my thighs, soothingly, muttering praise. Tobias cups my face in his hand, then begins sliding his thumb in and out of my mouth.
Every time Gabe spanks me, Tobias pushes that digit all the way in and holds it for me to moan around, to bite down on, whatever I want.
I have no idea where this leads, my body on the verge of implosion while something in my chest shifts, transforms. It’s so intense. Physical buildup, sensory overload and an emotional hurricane all at once. I scream something unintelligible and all three of them seem to interpret what even I can’t—and I’m suddenly being carried down a hallway, three sets of determined and purposeful footsteps echoing in my ears along with my heartbeat.
Chapter Twenty-One
Banks
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When it comes to this woman, I follow my instincts.
She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to run from us, either. But she needed the decision to be taken out of her hands. Now, I know how that sounds. Like I think my male brain is superior or I think I know what’s best—but that isn’t it. My gut screamed at me that Elise needed something and didn’t know how to ask, so I reacted.
And my God, the result is fucking glorious.
She was beautiful before, but right now? She’s a masterpiece.
As we move as a single unit toward Gabe’s room, she’s being carried in Tobias’s arms, but she appears to be floating, her eyes glazed over, mouth puffy from giving us oral. Her leggings are down around her ankles, the lower half of her body unable to keep still. Her breath shudders in and out and she whimpers, trying to wrap her thighs around Tobias’s waist, but the leggings prevent it from happening, so she kicks them off along with her panties and climbs his body, attacking his mouth as if for her very first breath.
Tobias stumbles into a wall like his batteries just died, visibly overcome by the power of her mouth, her kiss, a jagged sound leaving him and filling the hallway. There is no jealousy watching this happen. Not anymore. I’m only obsessed with getting Elise what she needs. I don’t give a fuck how it happens, as long as it’s done among the four of us. I just want to keep that blissed out expression on her face. I would kill for it.
Elise breaks the kiss, trailing her mouth down to Tobias’s neck and licking over the sinew there. I’ve never seen the Brit look so dizzy, so out of control as he does now. His head falls back and he moans at the ceiling of the hallway, his hands sliding down the tan globes of Elise’s ass and grinding her on his erection. He does this over and over again, growing more and more aggressive each time until finally he stops with a curse.
“Fucking hell. We haven’t even made it to the bedroom. I’m not even inside of her and I could finish so easily.” In a lightning-fast move, he switches their positions, throwing Elise up against the wall. “What are you doing to us?” he demands against her puffy mouth.
“Nothing we’re not begging for,” Gabe pants to my left. He’s a goner, too, like Tobias. He’s blind to anything but the woman, his mind having been put on a new, different setting. Attuned only to Elise and her body. Her needs. All three of us resemble each other in this moment, our bodies stiff for her, desperate, primed.
“Tobias,” she rasps, rolling her lower body sensually. “Please. Now.”
“Yes, love,” he responds in a gutter tone, taking his cock in his hand and positioning it between her legs. I want to beat my chest watching this happen. Witnessing Elise experience the journey where the final destination is her orgasm. I want to watch her scream and writhe and have her clit tended and her mouth fucked. I’m obsessed with her being fucked.
By us.
We’re no longer individuals. Not right now. We’re simply Elise’s.
But I must maintain some vital parts of myself, because I can’t help but look out for everyone’s well-being. It’s the coach inside of me.
“Tobias,” I bark, before he can enter Elise. “Not without a condom.”