Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
He grabs a chair from the altar, spins it around and straddles it, parking his elbows on the back, his gaze rolling over me like a heat wave. He flicks a hand at his friend. “Kiss her again, Hayes.”
Holy shit. He’s telling Hayes what to do. A crackle of electricity roars through me. But Hayes doesn’t kiss me. He regards me with firm, clear eyes. “Are you drunk?”
Only on the heady feeling of the two of them. I shake my head. “Not even tipsy.” I married him on a dare, not a drink. My buzz has faded. “You?”
“Same,” he says, then runs his knuckles against my cheek. “You want this?”
Like I’ve never wanted anything before. But I learned all sorts of things about myself as they’ve circled me this past week. And now, tonight as they’ve cornered me.
I’ve learned I like to play too.
With a tease of a smile, I say, “Find out.”
He slides his hand down my cheek, over my jaw, curling his palm against my throat. He’s not grabbing me. But he is holding me firmly.
He draws a deep breath, cranes his neck to the door where Elvis walked out, then turns back, his eyes roaming up and down me. “There’s another wedding in five minutes,” he says, and it’s not an equivocation. It’s the stakes.
“Better get on with it, Hayes,” Stefan says, all laid-back and casual. “The woman needs to come, and she needs to come fast.”
Letting go of my neck, Hayes sets to work, tugs up the fabric of my skirt, then slides a hand across the panel of my panties. My hips tilt. I need more. The look on his handsome face is pure devil. “But you’re so wet, I bet it won’t even take me that long.”
“You’re confident,” I taunt, but I’m at the mercy of his touch and he knows it. I’m at the mercy of their words.
“You testing us?” Hayes demands as he pinches my clit.
Us. I get wetter as he says that. “Yes,” I say, my voice wobbly from the sharp sting of pleasure.
“Put her hands up against the wall,” Stefan commands from several feet away.
I don’t even know how I’m standing, especially when Hayes says to Stefan, “Why don’t you do it?”
I’m giddy with anticipation as Stefan rises, heads over to me, grabs my hands, and lifts them over my head. Gripping my wrists together, he presses them to the wood behind me. In a chapel, after midnight, in the city of sin, he puts me in position to be finger fucked by his friend. But Hayes doesn’t slide a hand into my panties right away. Instead, he grazes the side of my neck with his fingers, then coasts them over my throat, then travels to the top of my breasts.
Hayes has less than five minutes, but he’s taking his sweet-ass time while Stefan gently pushes waves of hair from my neck and whispers in my ear, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll get you there.” Stefan dusts a feather-light kiss to the shell of my ear before he lets go of my hands. “Just keep her hands up, Hayes. I need a better view.”
While Hayes takes over, Stefan retreats to his chair, straddling it once more. My brain is scrambling, and I’m breathing hard as Hayes pins my wrists with one hand and uses the other to travel down my chest again, palming one breast this time.
With a glint in his eyes, he flicks the barbell through the fabric of my dress.
I moan. Or maybe I’m babbling. Whatever noises I can make, I’m making them as he pinches my piercing, his smile so full of swagger and something else too—a dirty kind of joy. Like a man opening a naughty gift left under the tree at Christmas.
“Bet her panties are soaked now,” Stefan says with filthy delight.
“I should check,” Hayes remarks, offhand, then slides thick, confident fingers into my panties and across my slickness. I groan, arching into him.
“She’s so fucking turned on,” Hayes tells his friend as he strokes my wet pussy.
With a salacious moan, I arch my back, rock into his hand.
“Do more of that,” Stefan urges Hayes. “She likes it.”
“Because she loves being watched,” Hayes says, and I feel unlocked.
“I do,” I say, closing my eyes as pleasure crashes over me.
“Nope,” Stefan orders. “Eyes on us.”
A shudder rolls through me as I open my eyes. I’m unsure where to look. Hayes? Stefan? I don’t know what to do with this assault of pleasure. It’s slamming into me everywhere. My mind, my body.
Hayes strokes me and I’m so slick, so close. My nerve endings fray and I’m dying for release. “Yes, that’s it. You’ve hit the spot,” Stefan says.
“You think so?”
“She’s a fucking mess. It’s beautiful. You want to come, sweetheart?” Stefan asks me.
“Yes,” I beg.
“Hayes, finish her.”
Hayes cocks his head, regards me like he’s just not sure he’s going to follow the captain’s orders. “Not until you show me how well you take direction, Ivy.”