Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I make a show of licking my lips as I settle into Easton’s lap, all of us out of breath, apart from Dalton, who pulls himself off the floor of the car and back into the middle space, his gaze locked on mine. “Oh, baby. That was only a warm-up,” he says, locking his arm around my waist and pulling me off Easton’s cock before lowering me to his lap and filling me right back up with his.
After coming so intensely, I take my time with him, rocking my hips as I lock my lips on his, both of our bodies slowly moving together until I’m coming once again. Dalton reaches his high right along with me, and not a second later, I’m collapsing against his chest, my head lowering to his shoulder as I catch my breath.
“If you’re done spreading your DNA through the car,” Zade mutters. “I have a few questions for you.”
I scoff and pull back, meeting Dalton’s gaze. “Is it just me or does Bossman sound jealous?”
“Oh yeah,” Sawyer laughs. “Offer to suck his cock. It might take the edge off. Otherwise, the next eight hours are going to pass very slowly.”
I laugh and swivel on Dalton’s lap, reaching down and searching for my clothes on the floor. Then not having enough space to get dressed, I climb my naked ass through to the front seat and drop down, making myself comfortable before pulling my clothes back on. “I mean, Sawyer’s right,” I say to Zade, knowing damn well he’s not about to take the bait. “If you need a little something, just say the word. I’m more than happy to give you what you need, but be warned, it’ll cost you.”
Zade scoffs. “And fuck your already cream-filled pussy? I’ll pass.”
I laugh and smirk at him. “Speaking of that. I’m going to need a bathroom break,” I tell him. “Otherwise this really is going to be a long drive home. I mean, don’t get me wrong, being filled to the brim with your friends’ cum is sexy as hell and gets me off harder than anything else ever could, but there comes a point when it’s not warm anymore and it just kinda feels gooey and starts spreading between my legs, you know?”
Zade glares at me. “We’re not stopping.”
“Then I’m not answering your bullshit questions.”
He clenches his jaw, gripping tighter onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. “Fuck, it’s been so peaceful not having you fighting me at every turn these past few days.”
“Shut up,” I scoff, rolling my eyes and seeing right through him. “You love it and you can’t even deny it. I see it in your eyes every damn time. The question is, how are you going to live with yourself once you’ve killed me and all of that juicy goodness is gone?”
“You’ve got to stop thinking of it as me killing you. It’s a sacrifice. I’m sacrificing you.”
I gape at him. “A sacrifice is something you give up willingly, usually for those you love, and I’m not sure if you’ve been paying attention, but you can’t give up something that isn’t yours to give away. You might be happy to slaughter me for your own gain, and it might be seen as a sacrifice in your eyes, but I’m not giving myself up for anybody. It’s cold-blooded murder, Zade. You’re not sacrificing me, you’re killing me for a step up in the world.”
He narrows his gaze at me, and a moment passes before he reaches to my side of the car and opens the console in front of my knees. He digs around for a moment before pulling out a napkin and tossing it into my lap. “I’m not stopping,” he tells me, his attention focused on the road. “That’s the best you’re gonna get. Take it or leave it.”
Fuck.
I glare at the asshole in the driver’s seat, never wanting to suffocate him with a pillow more in my life. “Remind me why the hell I was so torn up about the idea of you being dead because I suddenly can’t seem to remember.”
“What wouldn’t you be torn up over?” he questions, refusing to look at me, though I see the glimmer sparkling in his eyes. “I’m a fucking catch.”
“Is that what you call it?” I ask. “Funny. I have a different name for it.”
Zade doesn’t respond, and realizing just how serious he is about not stopping, I let out a heavy breath and clutch onto my pathetic little napkin before shoving it down my pants and doing my best to clean myself up. Though let’s face it, I’m going to need one hell of a shower when we get back to Zade’s penthouse.
The boys do what they can to smother their laughs, and once I’m done, I yank the cum-filled napkin out of my pants and fix Zade with a beaming smile. I hold my hand out to him, the napkin in the palm of my hand. “Be a dear and dispose of this for me.”