Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“That depends,” he murmurs, his mouth grazing over my neck.
“On what?”
“How filthy you’re willing to be.”
My skin prickles. “I’m listening.”
“You ever been fucked by two men?”
My eyes go wide. I wasn’t expecting him to come out with something like that, but I’m sure as hell paying attention now. Heart skipping a beat, I bite my lower lip for a minute, considering his words. I haven’t been fucked by two men, but I can’t say it isn’t something I wouldn’t like to try. Especially if one of those men was him.
“I haven’t,” I whisper.
“Do you want to be?”
With a shaky voice, I rasp, “Yes.”
“Come with me.”
He steps away from me, taking my hand and pulling me without giving me a single second longer to think about it. Western watches us go, and the look he’s giving Mex is less than pleased. He isn’t happy about it, but Mex seems unbothered as he leads me toward the stairs where Fury is standing, leaning against the railing with a beer in his hand.
Oh, please lord, let it be him joining in.
Judging by the look on his face, it most certainly is.
My heart races with excitement as Mex comes to a stop next to Fury.
“She’s in.”
Fury’s eyes swing to me. He is perfection wrapped in a leather jacket, with his long, thick, blond hair and those dazzling green eyes. Fury always has a playful expression on his face, like he’s ready to take on the world one laugh at a time. He is probably the easier going out of everyone I’ve come across in this club, though I don’t doubt if you got on his bad side he would make you wish you hadn’t.
“Figured she would be,” Fury murmurs. “Don’t think we’ve officially met, darlin’. I’m Fury.”
“I’m the devil they’re keeping captive,” I throw back with a smile.
He grins. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll forget all about that soon.”
Mex tugs my hand, and we all walk up the stairs. I glance over my shoulder and see Bonnie staring at me, her eyes wide. Myla is standing beside her, and she gives me the biggest smile before they both jump up and down. I can’t help but smile as I turn back. They don’t know me, but they didn’t once judge me. They just took me at face value and didn’t care to treat me like an outcast. There aren’t a great deal of people like that in this world.
“So,” I say as we reach the same room Mex let me sleep in, “do you two do this often?”
Mex glances down at me. “Could say we work well together.”
Oh.
My.
“We’ve had no complaints,” Fury growls, low, as he pushes open the door.
“Should I be worried?” I ask as we step into the room.
The two men look at one another, but it’s Mex who answers.
“Yeah. You should be.”
Oh.
Oh my.
I’m not sure if I should be scared or aroused.
Am I making this too easy on them?
Should I have tried a bit harder to say no?
Let’s be honest here, there was no way I was saying no.
I’ll take all the experiences life offers me, and when it presents me with two bikers ... What’s a girl supposed to do?
“You do as you’re told, this will go well for you,” Mex murmurs, stepping up closer to me and turning me to face the bed. “Can you be a good girl, Acacia?”
Shivers run down my spine as I nod, slowly. “Oh, I can.”
“Take your clothes off,” Fury orders, moving in front of me, his eyes slowly dragging down my body.
Mex stays behind me, his hand sliding up my shirt and over the bare skin of my back, making me tremble. I do as Fury asks, slowly reaching for my pants and shimmying them down. The moment they hit the floor, I do the same with my panties. Then, I’m standing before Fury, half naked and weirdly nervous. I reach for my shirt, but he stops me with a sharp shake of his head. “Not yet.”
Mex’s hand slides around my body, over my skin and down over my pubic area until he reaches my pussy. Slowly, he parts my lips with his fingers, exposing me to Fury. Fury’s eyes darken with appreciation, and I’m not sure how I feel about being put on display like a fine piece of China. Though, when Fury’s jeans suddenly seem tighter and I can faintly see the outline of his cock, I forget all about that.
“I want to watch her cum,” Fury tells Mex, his voice husky. “Fuck her with your fingers.”
My god.
The filth.
I want more.
Mex presses against my back, and something about the feeling of his entire body against mine has my heart doing a funny little flip. Pushing that aside, I focus on his fingers, which slowly glide up and down my slit, moistening every inch, until he’s satisfied I’m aroused. I was aroused before my panties even hit the ground. His finger curls forward and slips inside me, and I gasp at the sensational feeling of just how swollen and aroused I am.