Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“She’s worth the wait,” Scott says huskily. Cary moves to the side, and Scott leans in to kiss my lips.
“You looked so angry with me,” I whisper as he grips my face, staring into my eyes.
“I wasn’t angry with you, Melanie. I was frustrated and worried for the herd. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. That wasn’t my intention.”
“I’m sorry too.” Kissing his sore knuckles elicits a soft sigh from his lips. I unbutton his shirt, too, while all around me, the rustle of clothing shedding is the only sound in the room. I remove my jeans and stand before them in my plain and practical underwear as they gaze at me with wide eyes. I wish I had something better to wear for them. I wish that tonight could be like in the movies, but as my men move to touch me, I realize that real life is so much better.
Finding someone who accepts you…loves you…for exactly who you are is the best feeling.
These men don’t need black lace or stockings. They don’t need me to have a perfect Instagram-ready body or hair like in a shampoo advert. They’re not bothered that I probably have straw in my hair. All they care about is showing me that they want me…that they love me. And that’s what I need to show them too.
This is the first time that we’re all going to be together this way. The first time I’ll get to feel them inside me, knowing their brothers are next to us too. The thought sends a shiver through my body and a wave of gooseflesh across my skin.
I’m urged back by Scott’s kisses until the backs of my legs are pressed against the bed. “Lie down,” he says. “Let us please you.”
I want to tell him that they do. So much. Not just physically but emotionally too. They make me laugh and fill me with hope. That’s just as pleasing to me as anything their tongues can do between my legs. And oh, their tongues get to work. Scott is first, burying his face between my raised thighs, tugging the cotton of my panties aside. He groans as he tastes me, his eyes rolling with pleasure. Cash unsnaps my bra, and immediately his tongue teases my nipple, flicking and then sucking in a rhythm that matches Scott’s. Colt kneels next to me, kissing me deeply, his hand gripped into my hair, angling my head to his perfect position.
To the left and right, my hand is wrapped around hard, smooth cocks as Sawyer and Cary seek pleasure from my touch.
I am just one woman, but I’m enough for all of these men.
There is so much power in that realization.
So much freedom.
As Scott’s tongue flicks harder, my legs begin to tremble. Moaning against Colt’s mouth, I grip his brothers tighter.
“She’s getting close,” Cash says. “Don’t stop.”
If I wasn’t already kissing Colt, I’d be pulling Cash in, so grateful for his voicing exactly the words I wanted to say because, oh…oh…I’m so close. All I need is…
Scott stops, and for a few seconds, I’m left on the precipice, my legs rigid, my hands clutched so tightly that both Sayer and Cary groan, then he’s pushing inside me in one, punishing thrust, and I’m coming and coming and coming, contracting as he thrusts into me hard enough to make my eyes water.
“That’s it, Melanie,” he croons. “That’s it.”
“Fuck,” Sawyer says, his hand cupping my wrist and encouraging me to let go. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that, and I want to do it inside you.”
I want that too. So much. I want them to fill me to the brim so that I can relish the feeling of it all leaking out. I want them to own my body the way they’ve come to own my heart.
Scott folds my legs up against my chest, grunting at the deeper penetration, just as Colt pulls back from giving me the sweetest kisses so that he can stroke my bottom lip with his cock.
Oh God, he tastes good. Salt-sweet and hot on my tongue, and the tremble in his hand that rests against my cheek tells me he feels as undone as I am.
But I know I can put him back together again, just like he has to me.
Scott’s hips roll, his cock hammering a place inside me that makes me grunt. Cash’s licks of my nipple are alternating between gentle and sweet and harsh and hungry.
“Oh fuck,” Scott shouts, rooting deep inside me as he swells and releases, and I groan with pleasure around Colt’s cock.
One down.
One man brought to his knees by pleasure—four more to go.
“Wait,” Cary says. “Let her sit up.”
All the hands that grip me and caress me are pulled back, and Cary helps me to rise. I’m confused, but when he takes position behind me, I understand what this is. Like this, his hands can roam my body while his brothers take their turns. Like this, his rigid cock rests into the crease of my ass, shifting against me as Sawyer thrusts. And boy, does he thrust.