Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I moaned oh-so-quietly in the guest bedroom of my friends’ house, and when my hands finally pushed their way under the covers, I knew it was useless to resist the urge. I bit my lip, turning to bury my moans in the pillow as my hands pushed under my panties to find me soaking wet. I whimpered, fingers teasing over my hard little clit and curling inside of my entrance. My slick, sticky heat coated my hands, making them slippery as they rubbed over my pussy.
I moved faster and faster, thinking only of them and their hands on me. I remembered the way one had grabbed my hips and given me every inch of his thick, big, beautiful cock while the other had gripped my hair and pulled me to his own cock. I thought of one coming inside of me, and the the other one doing the same thing. And it was the thought of both men filling me up with their hot, sticky cum that was so fucking dirty and so wrong and so hot that it pushed me right over the edge.
I flipped over and buried my face in the pillow, my hands buried in my panties and rubbing my clit right through the orgasm as it thundered through me. I panted into the soft pillow, my hips bucking against my hands until with an aching moan, I came to a stop.
Slowly, reality came rushing back.
I’d slept with two gorgeous strangers. I’d had one day of wild, no-consequences, porno-style lust with the thought that I’d never see them again.
Oh, but I was. At my best friend's wedding in just two days. And I honestly wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to stay away from them.
…What the hell had I gotten myself into?
The wedding was being held a short little walk from Katrina and Braun’s place, up a small trail in a clearing at the top of Rayburn Falls. The location was gorgeous any day of the year. But now that there were chairs being set up in rows, a small white arch covered in flowers with the falls behind it, and twinkling lights run up through about five extension cords from the house, the place looked downright magical.
I’d shooed Katrina away from helping anymore, scolding her with a grin on my face to get some rest and just relax before the big day. After all, I said, that’s why she had me there — to do the grunt work.
“No, you’re here to keep me sane and to drink bubbly with me before I walk down the aisle.”
“Yeah, that and doing the heavy lifting to make sure it all goes smoothly so you don’t have to.”
So, there I was, alone and up by the falls setting up a few more chairs and making sure the place looked fantastic. I took a look around, admiring my handiwork and grinning. Yeah, this was going to be beautiful tomorrow.
My eyes landed on an errant string of lights that wasn’t quite perfect thought, and I scowled as I marched over, got up on one of the fold-out chairs, and reached up high to try and hook it back over the branch it’d slipped off of.
“Didn’t peg you for a wedding planner.”
I screamed at the voice that came out of nowhere, and when I whirled, I suddenly shrieked again as the chair completely folded under me. I gasped, the world went topsy-turvy, and I went tumbling over with my legs up in the air.
…Until suddenly strong, powerful, muscled, familiar arms caught me, and my heart jumped into my throat.
“You,” I whispered, my eyes locked with the man from my dreams, and the man from my reality the day before. And right behind him, his twin.
I shivered, and suddenly I pushed out of his arms, scrambling to my feet and taking a step back.
“Yeah, us,” the one behind the guy who’d caught me said with a grin.
“You— I mean…” I shook my head.
“Uh, surprise, I guess?” The first one chuckled quietly, his eyes burning into mine. “How about we skip this whole no names thing now, huh mystery girl? Or would you prefer Stella?”
I shivered as my name rumbled off his tongue, his jaw clenching as the two of them stepped towards me.
“I didn’t know…” I swallowed, my cheeks burning as I bit my lip.
“Neither did we,” the second guy growled, both of them moving right into me.
“I’m Austin,” the man who’d caught me — the man who’d taken me first the day before, growled lowly. “And this is—”
“Dallas,” I said quietly.
“Our reputation precedes us,” Dallas grinned.
“Katrina has this whole seating chart thing, and…” I stopped, shaking my head as I quickly stepped away from them again.
“Okay, no, I can’t do this.”
“What?” Austin said quietly, his voice edged. “Now that we’ve got names, what happened yesterday doesn’t mean anything?”