Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“You said you couldn’t choose, princess,” he answers with a grin. “Well, it turns out that we couldn’t choose, either.”
“We didn’t even want to,” Rhys continues. “What’s the point? We both want you, darling. And you made it clear that you want both of us, too.”
“…I still don’t understand,” I murmur. “Are you…are you both saying that you’re okay with…all of us being together?”
“That’s exactly what we’re saying.” Van beams down at me. “Assuming that’s okay with you, too?”
“…Yes.” I nod along with my response, emphasizing my every word. I’m terrified, yet I’ve never felt more sure. Could my innermost dreams really be possible? It’s almost too much. “Yes, I’m…I’m okay with that.”
“Good,” Van continues. “Then I think you should lie back on the bed, and let us—”
“Van, no. Let’s sleep on this.” Something deep is making me hesitate. It’s a huge shift for the band after all. Shouldn’t we all consider it? “Besides, after we had dinner, I thought we could just go to sleep. I mean, I’m practically worn out after…earlier.” A burning blush comes over my cheeks when I spot Rhys out of the corner of my eye, realizing that I’m referencing Van fucking me while another guy I’ve fucked casually hangs out in the same room.
“And what did I do to make you so exhausted, princess?” Van presses, something mischievous in his expression.
Jerk.
He’s probably watching the way my cheeks are turning red, and he likes it. He probably wants me to go into detail about what we did together in front of Rhys, having me list it off like I’m talking about something much less explicit, like if I think it’s a good day for a hike or not.
“You made me come, over and over,” I answer, my voice low. “You…tied my wrists with my T-shirt, and you wouldn’t stop fucking me, not until you were ready to come inside of me.”
“And did you like it, princess? When I came inside of you?”
“Yes,” I reply with a confident tone. “Yes, I liked it when you came inside of me, Van.”
“Why?”
“Because it makes me feel good to know that I can make you come,” I say with a nonchalant air. “And I like knowing how much you like being inside of me.”
“Fuck. You’re so perfect, Alyssa,” Van goes on, his eyes shimmering with absolute delight as he gently runs a finger along my lower lip. “You’re really making me start to wonder what it might be like.”
“What it might be like?”
“To fill you up with my cum,” he replies. “And pass you over to someone else right after, so I can watch my cum sliding out of you, even as you’re shamelessly taking another cock.”
Fuck.
I have to bite back a whimper at the thought, my overworked clit slightly throbbing at the mental image of me riding Rhys’s huge shaft as Van’s cum leaks right out of me. I then feel Van gently moving me back toward the mattress, before he softly pushes me down to the bedsheets. There’s nothing erotic or hurried about his touch now, as he settles down right beside my frame, his arm soon resting across my lower stomach.
“Goodnight, princess,” Van says, before he quietly yawns at my side. “You’re right. We should just go to bed. I think I’m pretty wiped, too.”
“Same goes for me, darling,” Rhys murmurs, slipping onto the other side of the bed, his arm resting a few inches above Van’s own around my waist. “I’m pretty beat myself. Turns out, writing a half-decent song is goddamn tiring.”
“It wouldn’t be so tiring if you exercised that part of your brain more,” Van mumbles.
“How many times am I going to have to tell you to fuck off, mate?” Rhys mumbles right back.
I can’t help but smile. I find myself feeling comforted at the weight of their arms wrapped around me, as the few glasses of wine in my system start to lull me right off to sleep. Although, all the while I’m wondering somewhere in the back of my head if I’m going to wake up at any moment and realize this is all just one big dream.
When I open my eyes the next morning, I find my head resting on Van’s chest.
Rhys’s arm is wrapped tight around me too, as he spoons me from behind. For a moment, confusion fills my veins, wondering why I’m sleeping in between Van and Rhys in the first place. But as the grogginess of the morning leaves my mind, all the memories of last night come flooding right back to me.
“We both want you, darling.”
“And you made it clear that you want both of us, too.”
Holy shit.
Is this my real life right now? Am I actually getting both of these amazing men? Last night, I could hardly believe that either one of them would want anything to do with me after I admitted my desire for them both. Now I’m watching the sunlight from the hotel room window creep across Van’s brown hair, bringing every strand into crisp, clear focus.