Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Tamsyn gave him a shy look but nodded.
Roman cupped the side of her face. Perhaps it should feel weird to have his dick out with another man watching on. But it was kind of reassuring to have someone there.
Well, someone he trusted.
He knew he wouldn’t feel like this if it was anyone other than Alexei or Salem.
Knowing that they’d help if he became overwhelmed or interfere if he did something wrong was a huge relief.
Although he did worry he was going to make an idiot of himself and say something wrong.
“You’re a good girl,” he told her in a husky-sounding voice.
Fudging foxes.
That sounded ridiculous. Lame. Right?
But no one scoffed at him. In fact, she seemed to lean into his touch and she rubbed her face against his hand.
Like a kitten might.
Alexei called her Bunny. Salem called her Pet. Perhaps he should be calling her Kitten.
“Such a good Kitten,” he murmured. “To do what you’re told. You’re doing so well.”
Her lips parted and she stared up at him with wide eyes. Then she nodded.
“Now, all good kittens have to learn how to suck. Are you going to keep being a good kitten?” he asked.
He didn’t know where all of this was coming from. It just seemed to slide out of his mouth without thought.
She let out a small whimper and nodded.
“That’s it. Open your mouth nice and wide. Well done.”
He moaned as his dick slid into her mouth again.
It was bonkers. He was definitely losing the plot as she started to move. She slid him in and out of her mouth, her hand wrapping around the base of him.
Roman stared down at where his cock disappeared into her mouth.
His heart raced. His balls grew tight. He wasn’t going to last long.
Then she swallowed and shit! That was it. He nearly gave in. He was holding on by the skin of his teeth.
His breath rasped in and out of his lungs.
“Fuck. That’s so fucking hot,” Alexei groaned.
Roman glanced over at the other man. He was lying on his side on the bed and had his boxers down, his hand pumping his cock.
Okay.
Roman had not expected that. And he didn’t really need an up-close-and-personal with Alexei’s monster cock.
No. He would rather stare down at his girl who was sucking on his cock like it was the most important thing she’d ever done.
She was so beautiful.
He could feel his orgasm rushing through him. He threw his head back as he came with a quiet yell.
Blathering badgers.
That felt so darn good. As soon as his brain resettled back into his head, he glanced back down at Tamsyn.
Was she all right?
Bloody hell. Had that been too much? It had been a long time since he’d had an orgasm. And he’d certainly never had one like that.
But she was smiling up at him as he drew his cock away. He heard Alexei let out a grunt, but he thought it was in his best interests not to take a look at the other man.
Kneeling in front of Tamsyn, he took her face between his hands. “Are you all right? Was that too much?”
“It wasn’t too much,” she whispered. “It was just perfect.”
Relief filled him as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He didn’t know if he’d ever done anything in his life that meant he was deserving of her.
But he was certain that he was never going to let her go.
22
Tamsyn walked into the kitchen the next morning.
Heck. It was very nearly afternoon.
How the hell had she slept in so late?
Well, that could have something to do with your midnight playtime . . .
Last night, she’d ended up going to sleep between the two of them on the bed. Although how much she’d slept was debatable. She’d hoped she might have been able to turn off the part of her brain that was always on high alert.
But nope.
Having two men in her bed was such a strange occurrence that she’d only slept lightly.
Before they’d left, Roman had kissed her forehead. He was such a sweetie.
Alexei had squeezed her ass cheek and whispered into her ear that she was to behave.
What a jerk.
Why did he assume that she wouldn’t behave?
She made herself a coffee, adding milk and three sugars. Normally, she was a two sugars kind of gal. But today called for more sugar.
“Good morning.”
She jumped with a yelp, turning to see Salem standing there. He wore a white button-up shirt and a pair of jeans.
Tamsyn didn’t think she’d ever seen him in jeans before. Was this how he dressed for the weekends?
If so, she liked it.
He’d rolled the sleeves of the shirt up to show a pair of tanned, muscular forearms.
Yummy.
She could imagine those hands grasping her around the waist, maybe bending her over the counter and pulling her panties down.
And then he’d smack his hand against her bottom . . .