Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned, dropping my forehead to her shoulder. “Goddamn, baby. So good. You’re so warm and tight. So fucking wet.” I kissed her, easing out before thrusting back inside of her. “You’re goddamn addictive.”
The mattress shifted, and then Tank was behind me. Something cool pressed against my hole, and I groaned, bearing down so he could slip a finger inside of me. I had no idea what he was using for lube, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside of me so we could fuck Clarke together. She was our main priority, but I knew Tank would take care of me, too.
“Get inside of him, Ash,” Clarke throatily begged. My cock twitched inside of her.
A deep chuckle rumbled up from the depths of his chest. “I have to prep him, little one. Have patience.”
She groaned, her head falling back on the pillows. I chuckled and kissed her, moaning when Tank’s thick fingers brushed over my prostate. My hips moved, fucking back onto his finger before I slid my cock deep inside Clarke again. She whined, clawing at the back of my neck hard enough to sting.
“That’s it, sweet boy,” Tank praised. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, boy.”
I groaned and did as he commanded, and when he slipped a second, and then a third, I was just about losing my fucking mind. The sensation of having his fingers in my ass and my cock in Clarke’s warm pussy was enough to have me seeing the whole damn galaxy.
When Tank eased his thick cock in my ass, the galaxy turned into pure, white-out bliss. The most erotic sound I’d ever made in my fucking life ripped from my throat. Tank gripped my hips, guiding every move I made so I fucked Clarke perfectly with every thrust of his hips. She and I sloppily kissed, and when I could no longer think, the sensation of having Tank fuck me and me fuck Clarke too much to handle, my forehead dropped to her shoulder again.
Tank took over kissing her, leaning over me, still guiding me all while he fucked his tongue into Clarke’s mouth. My ears began ringing, and I tried warning them, but I wasn’t even sure if I managed to move my lips, let alone make a sound as my cum flooded from my balls and my ass clenched around Tank.
Clarke arched beneath me, her nails digging into my back and ripping into my skin as she shattered, her walls fluttering around my cock, and then Tank sank his teeth into my shoulder, his hips stuttering.
I collapsed on top of Clarke, my ears still ringing. She wound her arms around me, and I was pretty sure I whined when Tank eased out of me, leaving me feeling empty. Vacant.
His hand stroked over my back before he pressed a tender kiss to where he bit me. The mattress shifted as he moved off the bed, and then, he gently rolled me and Clarke so we were on our sides, facing each other. I hugged her to me, the ringing in my ears slowly dying down so I could hear again. She stroked her hand over my blonde hair. “You okay?” she murmured.
I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, shuddering when Tank began to clean me up, my body almost too sensitive for his touch. “Better than okay,” I assured her. I squeezed her to me. “I love you so goddamn much.”
She pressed a kiss to my sweaty chest. “I love you, too, Beck,” she murmured before snuggling into me. “Always.”
“Always,” I agreed. And when I glanced over my shoulder at Tank, I saw the same promise in his eyes, even though he hadn’t spoken those words to either of us. My heart squeezed in my chest.
I had a feeling that from now on, it would be the three of us against the world. And I was perfectly okay with that.
16
Tank
My burner phone began vibrating, jerking me out of my peaceful sleep. I quickly rolled over and grabbed it off the nightstand, answering River’s call as I eased off the bed, not wanting to wake Beck and Clarke. Clarke made a small sound, but when I tucked the blankets in around her, doing my best to cocoon her, she went quiet again, snuggling closer to Beck.
Fuck, they truly were perfect together, and I was a lucky son of a bitch to call them mine. I would never take the trust they gave me for granted. I would only do my best to nurture it… and nurture them.
After yanking on some jeans, I headed for the porch before speaking. “What do you got?” I rasped. It was still mostly dark outside, though the day was beginning to break through, the sky lightening the slightest bit. The air was cool—a stark contrast to the heat of the day. Perks of the fucking desert, I guessed.