Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“We Norwegians are intense.” He smiles at me, and that hunger in his eyes has returned too. I wonder if Thorsen can see it. I wonder if this is what he wants, just like Calder said.
“What do you usually drink then?” Calder asks.
“Nothing, really.” I shrug. “I’ve only ever had one drink before. My friend Charlotte gave me a bottle of champagne on my eighteenth birthday. I didn’t care for that much either.”
Calder plucks a small baggie from his pocket. “Maybe she’s in the mood for something sweeter. What do you think, Thor?”
The muscle in Thorsen’s jaw works as our eyes lock, and for a minute, nobody says a thing. I’m holding my breath, wondering what he’s going to say. I’m nervous and maybe a little excited too. I’ve never done anything crazy. And I don’t know if it’s the liquor warming my belly or Thorsen’s predatory gaze that makes me want to do something crazy.
“It’s up to Ella,” he says finally.
I examine the little pink pill with the smiley face on it. “What is it?”
“Ecstasy.” Calder opens the bag and takes out a couple of pills, offering me one. “You just swallow it.”
“What does it do?” I rotate it between my fingers.
“It makes you feel happy.” He tosses his onto his tongue and chases it with a sip of his drink.
I can’t tell what Thorsen wants from me. He said it was my choice, but is it really? Does he expect me to take it? Or does he want me to say no? I really have no idea, and right now, he’s so closed off I can’t read him.
Taking the gamble, I toss the pill onto my tongue and take a sip of water. It slides down my throat easily, and when I open my eyes again, Thorsen is pouring himself another drink.
“Aren’t you going to take one?”
“He doesn’t like it,” Calder says.
“Oh.” That answers my question.
“Let’s put on some music while we wait.” Calder drags a remote off the coffee table, pressing a few buttons, and the overhead speakers come to life. It’s an instrumental track that fills the silence between us as Calder leans back against the sofa and closes his eyes. I follow his lead, my head only a few inches away from Thorsen’s thigh.
At some point, the music becomes faster, more frantic. Or maybe that’s my racing heart. I don’t know how long has passed since I took the pill, but when I wiggle my fingers, I’m already starting to feel the effects of it. My whole body is warm and relaxed, and everything seems so much more profound. The notes of the music, the clash of the drums, the scent of Thorsen’s aftershave so close I can almost taste it. I want to lick his skin and taste his salt, and the intensity of that craving builds inside me when Calder’s hand settles onto my back. His fingers graze over my shoulders, and it feels like I’m on a roller coaster of sensations as goose bumps break out along my skin.
“Does it feel amazing?” His voice vibrates into my skull, and I nod.
“So amazing.”
He brushes my hair aside and massages my shoulders while I reach out for Thorsen. I don’t even realize I’m doing it until my fingers tangle with his. And this time, he doesn’t stop me. He’s a beautiful terror. A hypnotic aura of black and red. I’ve never wanted anything so much.
Calder’s fingers fall away, and he tells me to do what feels good as he gets up and sits beside his brother on the sofa. The only thing I can think about is crawling onto Thorsen’s lap, so that’s what I do.
“So tense,” I murmur as my fingers come up to touch his face. “Let me take it away.”
For a second, his eyes fall shut, and he shivers against my fingertips. It feels as if I’m seeing him for the first time in the most vibrant colors. Everything is sharper, edgier. So much detail and beauty in one complicated man.
I grind down against his cock, and I could swear it’s the most earth-shattering experience of my life when I drag his fingers between my thighs. I’m wet for him, and I want him to know it. His face is so serious I want to dissolve all his worries away. But I’m getting too close, and Thorsen won’t allow that. He turns the tables, brushing his thumb against my clit.
“Holy shit.” I hiss under my breath as a feverish thirst blazes through my body.
Whatever I was doing just a second ago is long forgotten when he glides his fingers through my arousal. It feels like he’s strumming every nerve as his other hand slips into the robe, groping my breast. Calder watches us with a fixation that makes me feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust. My entire body sings praises for Thor’s masterful touch as I curl my fingers into his hair and bury my face in his neck. Dragging in long, deep hits of him, I roll my pelvis against his hand, my orgasm barreling at me with the speed of a freight train.