Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Fuck!” He presses all the way in and holds, his hips shaking against my mouth. “Tiny mouth, tiny pussy. Going to find out real soon how true that is, ain’t we? Shit. Look how she takes it. One more big swallow, baby. Good.”
When they’re both done, I’m only given a second to revel in the pleasure I provided. Nick picks me up around the waist and throws me down on the couch. “You get her mouth and tits. Been starved for a lick of this pussy.”
Zeke’s hands turn to fists, but he visibly reins in his temper. “Give me a fucking look at it. Took everything I had not to tug down her panties in the hospital.” He drops to his knees beside the couch, where Nick is kneeling between my thighs. “Knew I could make her feel better if she let me use my tongue.”
Excitement and nerves bumping around inside me, I reach out to Zeke and our fingers twine together, just as Nick pulls down my underwear. I expect them to smile or groan, but that’s not what I get.
“Goddamn.”
“Sweet fuck.”
Both men lunge for it like dogs toward a bone, growling their approval, shouldering each other out of the way. Zeke wraps a hand around Nick’s throat, but Nick dislodges it, rearing back to throw a punch.
“No!” I scream, jackknifing on the couch. I’m stunned by my outburst, but watching them fight hurts me in a way I can’t describe. Knowing I need to work fast, I cup Zeke’s face and lure him toward me for a kiss. He falls on me with a rasping exhale, our mouths mating in a frenzy as I drop my thighs open for Nick.
I wail my pleasure into the kiss as Nick bats my clit around with the tip of his tongue, then sinks in to kiss it, Frenching me between the legs. The buildup in my belly isn’t slow. It’s an avalanche and it picks up speed faster because I have two men encouraging it. Zeke’s right hand finds my nipples, rolling them gently between callused fingers, his mouth slanting over mine with such intensity, I can’t catch my breath. Can’t think. Can’t think. Can only feel.
“No fingering her,” Zeke pulls back to grit out against my lips. “Don’t even put your tongue in her hole. She stays a virgin until we both decide.”
“Until I decide,” I moan, my hips lifting off the couch.
Their dark laughter should make me mad, make me push them away, but I can’t stem the incredible flow of pleasure to save my life. It crashes down on me like cement, capturing me in its grip as I writhe, coming against Nick’s mouth, while Zeke fucks mine. There’s no other word to describe how they claim me. It’s absolute, it’s a taking of ownership…and as I slip from the highest dimension…down, down…into sleep that’s been eluding me, I want nothing more than to have Nick and Zeke own me.
Forever.
But with dark laughter from the shadows still haunting me, I have the growing fear forever might not come…
CHAPTER THREE
Nick
I t’s a good thing Penny sleeps like the dead. Otherwise, I don’t think either of us would feel comfortable working night shifts while the other was home alone with the girl. If we were ravenous for her before, that hunger has only escalated. We stand over her bed for an hour after the pleasure, watching the rise and fall of her chest, tracing the curve of her ass with single-minded possession.
Mine.
That word beats in my veins like a snare drum, never ceasing. But I have to find a way to come to terms with Penny being…ours. I don’t question her determination. Her bravery in the hospital told me all about her metal spine. Not to mention the way she issues ultimatums to two males twice her size. The sweet, sexy fairy I’m living for has nerve—and if she says she’ll leave if we don’t get on board, I believe her.
Last night, Zeke and I couldn’t decide who would sleep beside her, so she ended up in the guest bedroom, at an equal distance between the other two bedrooms. I ached to hold her—and I could tell the other man did, too—but I’m not ready to climb into bed with him. It’s too… vulnerable an act. Too foreign. Something must be decided soon, though, because I can’t guard her to the best of my ability unless she’s wrapped in my arms.
And I must guard her. I haven’t forgotten her father’s final words. Not an accident. Neither Zeke or I have spoken about that warning—but I doubt he has forgotten, either. It has gone unspoken between us that she’s never to be alone and unprotected, but hell, I’m guessing that would be the case, even if she wasn’t in potential danger. We’re already in competition with each other. We sure as shit don’t need any other men sniffing around what’s ours.