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)
“Fuck yeah,” Sledge breathes as he grips my waist, so tightly that his fingers dig into me.
I rock between them. Filled first one way and then the other. I feel completely owned, but somehow that just drives me wilder. Like we're animals ruled by our instincts, taking what we want, how we want it.
Every inch of ache comes with a mile of pleasure.
We fall into a rhythm. One moment I'm fully impaled on Sledge and able to draw a breath, then Phoenix is nudging at my throat while Sledge prepares to fill me up again. The sensations are overwhelming, intoxicating. And every time I'm rocked one way or another, the molten heat between my legs ratchets up another level. My moans fill the room, mixing with their masculine sounds of pleasure, and the raw, wet sounds of lust.
“Fuck,” growls Phoenix. “I wanna watch you come.” He pulls free of my mouth and he and Sledge flip me over onto the bed. Phoenix grabs my wrists, pinning them to the mattress over my head.
Sledge puts a pillow under my hips and grabs me by the thighs, lifting me to him. I get an amazing view of his hard body and even harder cock before he spreads my legs and fills me with one long stroke.
“Oh! Oh shit,” I gasp.
Sledge reaches out and captures my breasts in his big hands, playing with my nipples, running his fingertips around them, tugging them, squeezing them. He watches with lidded eyes as I writhe underneath him, as the sensations zing straight to my clit. I'm about to have a nuclear meltdown and I don’t know how much longer I can last.
“Let go, baby,” Phoenix growls. He leans down and kisses me. “I love watching you take his cock. Are you gonna come for us like a good girl?”
I am… I can’t… Oh God. I'm trying to concentrate, I really am, but as I feel my orgasm building and building and spreading and spreading until I swear I can feel it in the tips of my hair, I can barely hold on. My arms tug against Phoenix’s grip but his hands might as well be manacles. Each thrust from Sledge drives me deep into the pillow and it feels soooo good.
I tip over the edge as the bubble building inside bursts. “Oh, fuck!” I scream, seizing around Sledge’s cock as the meltdown finally happens. If I was radioactive, I’d take out the whole city as I go. My eyes are open but I’m not really seeing anything as Sledge drives home one last time. He grips my hips like he might lose me and pulses deep inside.
Phoenix releases my hands, and straddles my head quickly. He guides his cock into my gasping mouth and between his hand and my tongue, he explodes with a deep, cavernous groan. I swallow over and over on instinct, tasting his very essence and staring up in amazement at the moment of blissful vulnerability we’re sharing.
We collapse on the bed in a pile of arms and legs, sweat and heavy breathing.
“I think I might be broken,” I whisper with a soft laugh. “That was too good.”
“Gentle enough?” teases Sledge, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly.
I give him a thumbs up. Talking seems like a lot of work.
“Thank you, beautiful,” whispers Phoenix into my hair, stretching out alongside me.
I snuggle between them after cleaning up, warmed by two massive, tattooed bodies, wondering how a third would even fit but definitely willing to give it a chance. The only thing missing in this bed tonight was Havoc.
I glance over at the baby monitor I brought with me. I feel the usual tug of mom guilt, but I tucked my baby girl in before I left her tonight and I know she’s safe. Am I being selfish for even thinking about what it would be like to be with these men long term? It’s been so long since someone has taken care of me and I believe in my soul that they would love her like their own.
25
HAVOC
“Go home. We’re all set here,” Quickshot says, dealing with the register for closing.
“You sure?”
I’m fucking eager to get back to the clubhouse to see what happened with Shel tonight. I know she talked to Sledge this afternoon about what she wants. The thought of what could have happened while I’m stuck at the bar has been driving me crazy. I’m fucking jealous. Not of them touching her. I trust Sledge and Phoenix with my life. But because I want to fucking be there, too.
Maybe she’s still awake enough for a round two.
“Yeah, get back to your woman. I heard—”
The whole fucking building rumbles with the force of a nearby explosion. Glass crashes to the floor and the door alarm starts blaring. Outside, there's a chorus of car alarms. There aren’t a lot of people still in the bar, but enough to cause a little chaos.