Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
The door opens and closes behind us, and Sledge’s big frame is at my back. Was he listening? Does it matter?
His hands slip under the hem of my shirt, resting on my bare skin. Lips brush my neck and I close my eyes. They touch me differently, one rougher than the other, one teasing, the other demanding. My palm on Phoenix’s chest turns into a fist gripping his shirt like he might pull away.
I thought this would be awkward, but I think I might be able to adjust to the idea of two guys.
Phoenix pulls back, and I instinctively follow him, not wanting to end the kiss. He laughs softly and puts a finger on my lips, like it's holding his place while he speaks. “Still with us? I want nothing more right now than to rip off your fucking clothes and take you right here, but we’ll take it as slow as you need, baby. The wait will be pure. Fucking. Agony.” He spaces each word out for emphasis to make sure I don’t miss a syllable. “But we’ll make it worth it.”
Oh God. Was that a threat or a promise? Last night with Havoc was the first time in years that I’ve been with a man, and now two? I love that they’re worried about me, but I’m not made of glass.
I stick my tongue out and lick his finger. He grins and changes the angle so I can suck it into my mouth.
“That your answer?” growls Sledge into my ear.
The moment I nod, my shirt is pulled up past my breasts, right up to my neck.
“Lift your arms,” Phoenix orders. He’s a little bossy. I think I like it.
They make my shirt disappear, replaced with four strong hands that explore me all over. Sledge captures my breast, his thick fingers finding my nipple through my bra. Phoenix takes my jaw in two hands, with the thumbs under my chin and the fingers behind my neck. This time, when he kisses me, it's rough. Demanding. He captures my lip between his teeth and tugs, just a little, before pushing his tongue into my mouth. Sledge works at opening my jeans with his free hand. I hardly know what to do with myself.
Reaching out, I trace the outline of Phoenix's erection in his jeans. Last time I was shocked and couldn’t enjoy it, but this time I can explore, marveling at the thickness, amazed that this is my life right now. But God, do I feel alive.
I kiss him back with everything in me, while Sledge and I get our respective jeans buttons open at the same time. I easily get Phoenix's zipper down, but it's harder for Sledge with mine, the way I'm sitting. His obvious solution is to move me.
I squeak in surprise as he lifts and deposits me right on his bed. “Hey!”
My pants are yanked down to my knees, my panties going with them, and then they're down my ankles and gone. All I've got left is the bra, and Phoenix fixes that easily enough. “You're so fucking beautiful, it's a fucking crime that you have to wear clothes. If it was up to me, you’d be naked all the time, little momma.” He runs his fingers through my hair and pulls it back so he can see my face. The pure possessiveness in that lust-darkened gaze has me weak all over.
“Except,” says Sledge, “I don't wanna share this view with anyone else. No fucking way.”
He slides his hands up the backs of my thighs and they position me on my hands and knees. Sledge is behind me with one hand on each cheek. From back there, he can see… everything! I feel so exposed, but so excited, so… owned? Is that bad? But God, after years of centering my life around my daughter, it’s exhilarating to have these men focused on me.
Sledge kisses my ass cheek, hot surprising touches on my tingling skin. Meanwhile, he's pushing my knees apart as far as they'll go, opening me for him to explore. “You're fucking soaked,” he growls.
His fingers slip between my folds, teasing them and getting wet with my juices. He explores, makes me wiggle my ass as I try to get his fingers exactly where I want them. The tips slip inside, just briefly, then back out and up front, spreading my slickness onto my clit and making me shut my eyes tight as all I do is feel.
The rustle of jeans dropping has me open them right back up. I find Phoenix naked in all his glory, covered in scars and tattoos, and a solid blue and yellow bruise on his side, probably from the bar fight. It doesn't seem to bother him, though. At least not from how big and hard he is right now.