Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
He gripped my hips, holding me in place as he relentlessly pumped into me, the power of his thrusts making me moan with the impact. It felt like he was shoving more pleasure into me with each push, piercing me and refusing me the quarter, the mercy I plead for. When I thought he’d finally screwed my brains out, I twisted and tried to get free of him, but he plowed deeper, filling me, his sac pressed to my sensitive, tingling lower lips. The texture of his sac tantalized me, brushing against my bare sex. I reveled in it, in the wantonness of loving this, of having his thick shaft jammed in me so far that I could feel his balls on my bare skin. I was laughing as the climax rolled over me with sheer joy. I squeezed his cock inside me as hard as I could. I loved feeling him groan at the sensation of my inner muscles wringing him out. He held me close. I melted into him immediately, clinging and whispering how much I adored him. He soothed me, stroking my hair and my back until I was calm. Then we rocked together, joining again to share that moment, a slow, intense ride to his completion. He drew me into his arms and pulled a blanket over us, snuggled me, and shushed me when I tried to have a conversation for the sake of thinking I should talk and not use him or something like that.
He seemed fine from where we were. Maybe a little tired and covered in sweat like myself. I shut my eyes just for a minute, just to rest after the exertion and the release. My cheek on his chest and his arms around me were the second-best things I’d ever felt after all that had just happened. I started to drift off, but I stopped myself. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out, “I know everybody probably says this, but this really isn’t like me. And I’ve kissed all three of you. You and both your brothers. I’m terribly sorry that it could cause trouble between all of you. I should have been more considerate of those bonds before I just kind of threw myself at you.”
“We’re fine, Madison,” he said warmly, kissing my hair, “this has nothing to do with Noah or Leo. It was between us. Obviously, you’re free to tell them anything you like. But we’re not competitive in that way. We all like you a great deal. And we’re attracted to you. If it’s something you’re willing to consider, the three of us are here for you. However, you’ll have us.”
“What do you mean?” I said, stunned.
“We’re not jealous of one another romantically. We’re all interested in you and acknowledged from the beginning that you are a remarkable woman. We’d be lucky if any or all of us had a chance to be with you. What I’m saying is whatever you’re willing to consider. That’s all. No pressure.”
“You mean all three of you want to… you know?”
“Yeah,” he said with a crooked grin. “And this isn’t something we do. We don't pick up women and share. It’s more serious than that if it makes any sense to you.”
“I don’t know what to say. I mean, I’ll think about it. I don’t think I could keep from thinking about it now that you’ve mentioned it,” I gave a shaky laugh. It felt scandalous and naughty to even think about it, but in Ethan’s arms, I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to curl up this way, sated and happy and warm, with all three of them in my bed.
Part of me was worried because I didn’t want to hurt any of these men. They were all special to me; it had been years since I was interested in even one person. Much less three brothers at once. I didn’t want to mess it up. When I tried to mention this concern to Ethan, he was already asleep. I surrendered to the part that longed to let those concerns go for the night and lived in the moment, curled up against him.
I slept at Ethan’s, safe and arm in his arms. Exhausted and happy, I slept a deep, dreamless sleep for the first time in a long time.
13
LEO
Madison’s shop smelled richly of coffee and cinnamon when I opened the door.
“We open in half an hour,” she said. When I didn’t respond, she looked up from where she placed scones in the glass case and saw me. “Hi Leo, sorry, I didn’t know it was you. Can I get you a cup of coffee?”
She poured a cup of strong coffee and handed it to me. I took a grateful drink and leaned on the counter. “How’s it going?”
“Okay, how are you?” She seemed subdued, unsure.