Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I watch Nova’s expression because it’s not actually up to me or Olsen. It’s up to her. She’s the one who needs to be on board.
“What is this?” she says. She is breathless. Almost panting.
“What does it look like?”
She’s staring at me. It’s not rocket science, so she’s not going over possibilities. She’s running the past week through her mind. That first day, too.
I prepped her. I picked her out, I set her up, I pulled all her puppet strings, and I prepped her.
So here we are.
And the ball is in her court.
“You don’t have to—”
But before Olsen can even finish, she puts up a hand. “It’s OK.” Her eyes are still locked with mine. “I know I don’t have to.” Then she looks at him. “The two of you? You’re… what?”
Olsen looks at me and laughs. “We’re… this.”
“You share women?”
“We do,” I say. Because I always find this part boring and I want to move on. Why does everyone need an explanation? It’s just fucking. That’s it. I’m not in love with Olsen, for fuck’s sake. It’s just… fucking.
Nova straightens her back. She’s not an innocent girl. Sometimes we go for them, but they need a lot of… not persuasion. That’s not it. They want to do it, but they need to feel OK with it. So we spend a lot of time being careful, and going slow, and making it as normal as possible.
But it’s not normal. In fact, what we do—it’s at least one standard deviation from normal.
But again, it’s just fucking. That’s all it comes down to.
So it’s nice that I had a chance to prep Nova for this moment. I didn’t plan it. Mercer will accuse me of that once he finds out about this. But it’s not true.
This game just happened. I was there that first day. She was there that first day. And everything happened without words. There was no discussion. We just kinda fell into that jerk-off pattern.
And now I would like us to fall into this too. A filthy, dirty, devious fucking threesome with Olsen. One of my literal partners in crime.
She’s thinking. Furiously. Trying to make up her mind.
Will she? Won’t she?
Normally it would be a hard call. Could go either way.
But this is Nova Ryanzski. I already have her figured out. And there is no way she’s going to walk out. No way. Not after I starved her of orgasms all week. Not after she let me.
She’s a yes. She just doesn’t know how to tell us that. The first time is hard. What do you say? ‘Sure, I’m into double penetration. Let’s do it.’
So I take over. I place a hand on her cheek and redirect her full attention to me. “Nova.”
“What?”
“Kiss him.” I nod my head to Olsen.
Nova sucks in a breath and I know my invitation just made her wet.
“Go ahead,” I say, turning her in Olsen’s direction. “Kiss him.”
She takes a step, then second-guesses herself.
I move forward with her. My hands slipping down her arms and resting on her hips. I press into her. Urging her forward.
“You don’t have to,” Olsen says. “It’s not part of the check-in.”
She huffs out a laugh and I know we’re good.
Olsen is always good for that perfect ice-breaker.
Nova must make that same decision because she takes another step forward and then she’s close enough to touch him. Olsen’s eyes are locked with hers. She has his full attention.
Her hands come up to his shoulders and they rest there as she leans up on her tiptoes.
I push myself into her. Grind my hips against her ass. And watch their kiss.
God, this fucking turns me on. Olsen’s mouth against hers. The way he watches her, then closes his eyes to enjoy it for a moment, then opens them to watch again.
I kiss her neck and she sucks in air.
Then I reach for one of her hands, drag it down Olsen’s chest, and rest her fingers over the bulge of his huge, hard cock under his jeans. They kiss harder, with a more frantic intensity, as I use her hand to caress him. Then I pop the button on his jeans, help her reach inside, and we pull his cock out.
Olsen actually breaks out of the kiss to moan, his hooded eyes locked on mine. I lean in and take his mouth, our lips moving in a way that is nothing but familiar lust.
“Oh, my God,” Nova moans. “Holy shit.”
I think she likes it.
Olsen breaks away and looks at her. “You like it?”
She nods.
And then it’s over. He takes his shirt off. She slips her tank top over her head. I unfasten her bra and slide it down her arms. Then I caress her large breasts and watch them kiss.
My dick is so hard, I want to push her down on her knees and shove it in her mouth.