Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
As if he could sense my thoughts or, more likely, sense my eyes on him since I couldn’t seem to tear them away, Tucker cut his gaze in my direction, a brow arching lazily. “You a voyeur, Bougie, or are you going to actually participate?”
A muscle in my jaw ticked. “I’m just patient, that’s all.”
Monica chuckled. “No room for patience here,” she said and scooted sideways, sliding between my thighs and pushing them wider as she lowered my zipper. “Fuck,” I gasped, caught off guard by her speed as she pulled out my cock and immediately wrapped her lips around it, wasting no time. My fingers flexed against the couch cushion, a ragged groan leaving my chest, and for one brief second, I forgot about Tucker completely. Then I could feel his eyes on me, the warmth of his knee pressed to mine. When had we gotten so close together on the couch? I slid a half-lidded gaze sideways, and our eyes locked for a long, heated beat before I gritted my teeth and jerked my attention back to the crown of Monica’s head where it was supposed to be.
Monica moved back and forth between us, working us with deft, expert touches. Her head game was fucking amazing, so why did my attention keep shifting to Tucker and how, gradually, contact between our bodies increased? Knee to knee, then thigh to thigh. It was like my dick was wrapped in gauze, the sensation of Monica’s mouth muffled versus the acute awareness of Tucker’s thick quad hard against mine. When she rose from her knees to climb on the couch, she straddled the place where we joined and leaned to kiss Tucker before moving to me. I was sure it was my imagination, but I swore I could taste him on her, and it amped me up even more. I tried to lose myself in the softness of her lips as I kissed her and got distracted all over again as Tucker teased his fingertips over Monica’s breasts, his big knuckles brushing over my chest. I kissed down the side of her neck, tossing a glare Tucker’s way when the back of his hand moved lower, pressing into my abs. The half-smile playing over his face said he knew exactly what he was doing and that he was enjoying the hell out of trying to provoke me into bailing. I pulled Monica tighter to my body, trapping his hand between us, but the fucker only exhaled an appreciative sigh a second before he slid his hand free, fingers dragging over my aching cock. If I hadn’t kept my mouth busy on Monica’s skin, I would’ve moaned at the contact, regardless of how brief it was. Filthy images played behind my eyes of Tucker wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking me. But that was definitely where that stupid fantasy was going to stay.
Monica rolled her hips against me, and my hands slid to her waist, keeping the friction concentrated while I tried to ignore that Tucker’s eyes remained trained on us. Was he curious about me the same way I was him? Surely fucking not. We were nothing more than opponents. More likely, he was just enjoying the free show the way I had been. At least, that’s what I was going with.
Monica leaned back, her appraising gaze moving between us. “How about we take this to the bedroom, boys. I need more space for what I’m about to do to the two of you.”
I could tap out right now, make some excuse about needing to get back to my hotel or that I was tired, but a quick glance at Tucker’s sharp eyes and the amused hitch of his mouth had me twining my fingers through hers. “Lead the way, gorgeous.”
I cracked an eye open, scanning the weak gray light filtering through the blinds before glancing at my phone on the bedside table. 5:00 a.m. Still plenty of time before departure.
Disoriented, I rose onto an elbow at the quiet click of sound to see the bedroom door shut while, beside me, Tucker stirred and exhaled a long breath.
Great, Monica had left the two of us alone.
Tucker groaned, stretching his arms over his head, and I went still, closing my eyes and slowing my breathing, hoping he’d stay asleep long enough for me to get the fuck out of there without having to deal with him. The night filtered through my brain in flashes and tightened in my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut harder, trying to push the images away until the movement beside me stopped.
My clothes were on the floor just beside me, along with my shoes. I should be able to slide quietly out of the bed and get out the door with them before Tucker woke up; I just needed to be stealthy.