Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
When they laugh, they smile the same. Sound the same.
Same accents.
When they grin, I can’t help noticing they all have the same straight white teeth.
It’s nauseating how good-looking these men are, and for a brief moment, I don’t blame Tiffany for shooting her shot, despite the horrible timing.
I said a brief moment.
Very brief.
I’m finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on the words coming from their mouths as I fixate more on their commonalities and their devilish good looks. I find it impossible to believe Duke and Dallas had little previous dating experience before Posey and I came along, but it doesn’t sound like they were fuck boys, either.
Before Duke leaves, he asks if any of us want to go to dinner; none of the boys are in the mood to go out in public, exhausted from their game, although I think Dallas was the only one who had playing time.
“You want to spend the night?” Drake asks their older brother when he rises. Stretches this way and that, arms above his head.
Duke shakes his head. “No, I’m gonna catch a flight back. I have Monday Night Football, so Posey and I are going to spend the day on the couch tomorrow. Lazy Sundays are kind of her thing.”
He winks at me.
“You’re going to go hop back on a flight?” Dallas scratches the back of his neck. “You just got here.”
His brother shrugs into a black puffer coat. “Told Posey I’d be back tonight, so I’m gonna jet. Not a big deal, little brother.” He ruffles Dallas on the head, mussing up his hair. “All I was really doin’ here was checkin’ up on y’all. I know you had a dramatic week and wanted to make sure y’all were stayin’ sane.”
My heart squeezes.
Makes me wish I had a sibling; I always wanted an older sister. Heck, I’d take a younger one, too, now that I’m watching the four of them hugging in a huddle, saying their goodbyes.
“Keep out of trouble,” Duke warns before stepping out onto the front porch. He turns to me. “Keep your wits about you, Ryann. You’re gonna need them. But mostly have fun—and don’t let this dipshit do anything stupid.”
I smile, giggling like a fool. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Just as quickly as he appeared, Duke Colter, the legend, is gone, climbing into a rented pickup truck and pulling away from the curb, taillights fading when he gets farther down the street.
We watch as he turns left and disappears.
Dallas puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close.
Kisses me on the top of the head. “Hungry?”
I nod.
Haven’t had anything for dinner and never snagged food from ROSCOE + MIMI before peeling out with Kyle, whom I absolutely have to message an update like I promised.
“We should eat and then go bang. Maybe this time we won’t be interrupted.”
A girl can hope.
forty-eight
dallas
“Gagging during a blow job is one of the most romantic sounds. It means someone is choosing your dick over having oxygen.”
– Drake Colter
“Holy shit, Ryann…”
“Oh, fuck…”
No two brain cells fuse together sufficiently for me to form an articulate sentence, not that I’m trying. Two- and three-word phrases are all I can muster as I watch the top of Ryann’s head bob up and down on my dick.
She joined me in the shower—a first for both of us.
My brother talked about it once, showering with his girlfriend, how sexy it is when they’re both wet and playing with each other while lathering up and shit.
Granted, they went through a phase where Posey was constantly trying to scare the shit out of him when he was behind the shower curtain. Several times he pulled the entire bar down and ruined the drywall in her bathroom.
But I digress.
Ryann is on her knees in front of me, down on the tile floor, eyes closed, hand gripping my hard cock, mouth sucking and swallowing me whole.
Seriously, the sight is so fucking hot.
So fucking sexy.
I don’t know what’s wetter, the water or her mouth.
One of my hands grips the wall; I need it for support or I swear to God my legs are going to give in as the fingers of her free hand press on my taint, thumb moving in a circle, causing my eyes to practically roll out of my skull.
“Fuck…fuck…” I moan. “Shit…”
I manage to rest one palm on the back of her head, slowly guiding it as she bobs up and down.
Fuck yeah, baby…
Fuck my dick with your mouth…
Yeah, take it…
Endearments roll off my tongue like I invented them, things like baby girl, baby, babe.
I want to come so fucking bad.
I want to come on her face and her tits, thrusting slowly so she doesn’t gag but wanting to fuck her hard.
I pull out, pull her up.
Turn her and set her on the small bench that’s in my shower, getting down on my knees. Take her legs and put them over my shoulders, spreading her thighs.