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)
Sledge slides off, out of the game for the moment, but keeps exploring me with his hands, sliding his fingertips along my sides, up over my breasts, into my throat. I'm a mess of lube, sweat and cum, but none of them seem to mind.
Phoenix slides deep, eased by how ready I am for him. When he bottoms out, I feel satisfaction at having had all three of them. No matter what happens, I’ve claimed all of them, one way or another. They make me feel so good, so complete, and God, are they good at getting me off.
I lock my lips around Havoc, running my tongue along his length, trying to coax him to finish. Meanwhile, Phoenix grabs my hips and starts to move. He thrusts hard, nudging me closer to Havoc before I slide back. It normally takes more to get me going, but I’m still swollen and sensitive, so when Phoenix starts circling my clit with his fingers, I know I won't be long.
Between heavy breaths, I try to suck harder on Havoc. I want him to come with me. Phoenix's breathing is getting shallow and eager, and his thrusts more determined. I don't think he's far behind either. I want to feel us all explode together, but as long as we all get there, I'll be happy.
God, Phoenix is thick. Every time he pushes deep, I moan around Havoc, stretched to my limit. There's ache and pleasure, dancing around each other, drowning me in sensation. And the closer I get, the tighter I go around him, which pushes me closer even faster. We spiral towards completion, circling smaller and smaller, tighter and tighter, until we're all there at once.
Havoc wins, reaching the finish line first. “Fuck,” he hisses and then swells between my lips. I swallow over and over, taking all of him while he groans and supports himself against the wall. “Jesus.” He pulls out finally, leaving just me and Phoenix.
It's my turn next. Phoenix's thrusts are relentless, and with his finger strumming me like a maestro on his instrument, he sends me plunging over the edge, making my stomach surge like I'm coming down a roller coaster. I'm still plummeting down the side when he moans and buries himself deep. My orgasm has me clutching him so tight that I swear I can feel the swelling of the veins in his cock as he fills me, pulse after powerful pulse.
As the surges ease and my orgasm loosens its hold, I close my eyes and float. The bed's not even here anymore. Just me and three pairs of hands holding me, touching me, soothing me as I come back to Earth, little by little. I've never felt anything like it.
When I finally open my eyes, they're all smiling. Sledge has a warm washcloth that he starts to wipe me off with, using slow, gentle movement, first at my forehead and face, then chest and neck. And then Havoc and Phoenix are doing the same to the rest of me. It's like having a spa day, with benefits.
Lots of benefits.
When they've got me completely wiped off, Sledge and Havoc crawl into bed with me, at least until Phoenix wants in. “Fuckers, I love you like brothers, but this is my bed. I’m not sleeping in your fucking wet spots.”
I pretend to start to get up.
“Not you, smartass, you're staying there until I say you can leave. The rest of you, go grab a fucking towel or something.”
Phoenix pulls me up onto his chest, so I can rest there and listen to his heart beating steadily in my ear. I doze off, and it's not until they wake me up later to let me know the babysitting is nearly over and it’s time for dinner that I realize that I need to return to the real world for a while.
This was nice, though.
And I'm starting to think that maybe this is something that could last.
And that's even nicer.
28
SHELBY
Snark, one of Emily’s men, called us in to look at the diner footage after it was finally sent over. His office is cramped and full of half dismantled computer equipment. “It’s not a lot, but I want to see who you recognize,” he explains.
God, with everything else, I’d almost forgotten about that.
He drops heavily into his chair so we can gather around him to look at his screen. He grabs the mouse and manipulates the video that's showing, winding it back. When it stops, it shows a car pulling into the parking lot and then a red-haired woman helps a familiar little girl out from the backseat. “That, lady and gentlefuckers, is Ginger.”
“Son of a bitch!” Phoenix spits out.
I glance up at him. “Do you know her?”
He looks like he wants to tear someone’s head off. “I didn’t know what name she was going by, and she’s looking like the last few years haven’t been kind to her, but fuck yeah, I do.”