Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Very nice, girls,” Scott said. “We can go ahead and move on.”
My heartrate had slowed after my orgasm, but it began to climb again.
The last of the soap was rinsed from our bodies, and I pulled in a deep breath when she reached for the shower door.
“Wait,” I said, making her hesitate. “You made me feel so good. What if I wanted to return the favor?”
Abbie’s eyes lit up, and she was such a convincing actress, I wondered how much of the thrill that shot through her expression was real. She laughed, delighted, and pulled me back toward the bench seat.
“I was hoping you’d ask,” she said as she lowered herself to sit on the edge.
I peered down at the sexy woman, who spread her legs for me, and my heart vaulted over itself. Letting another woman go down on me was only part of my fantasy, and this was the other, much larger one. I longed to try it, to hear a woman moan in pleasure and know I was the one who caused it.
My lungs were tight as I folded a leg beneath me, planting one knee on the wet floor, then the other. Her long legs were smooth under my hands as I slid my palms up them. Over her knees. Her thighs. Moving all the way until my hands were nearly together, resting at the place where her legs joined her body.
I paused.
Not because I was unsure—but because I wanted to drag it out. To build the anticipation like she’d done to me.
Abbie was too excited or impatient, or perhaps the character she was playing wanted to stay the top in the scene. Her hand moved to the back of my head, her fingers fanning out around my ponytail, and then she urged me forward. I got the impression she wasn’t trying to rush me. She’d done it to show me how badly she wanted this.
I lowered into her, peeled her open with my thumbs, and dragging the tip of my tongue over the button of flesh at the center of her legs. Her moan of satisfaction was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t wait to hear it again.
Her skin was soft and wet, and when I flicked my tongue, her legs flinched with pleasure. The tile floor was hard on my knees, and I was hunched over, but—dear God—I didn’t want to stop. She tasted . . . different.
Good.
I closed my lips around her clit and sucked, getting her to squirm and sigh.
“That’s it,” she said, breathless. “Eat that pussy.”
I gasped against her, my hot breath bouncing off her skin, before obeying her command. I moved my tongue in a flurry of activity. Back and forth, up and down, and—
Someone on the other side of the glass loudly cleared their throat, and my head snapped up, turning toward the noise.
Like Abbie, Colin’s entrance had been silent, and my furious gaze sharpened on him. I’d been enjoying my time with her so much, I’d forgotten all about him, and so I glared at his interruption.
He stood just outside the glass with a huge shit-eating grin plastered on his face and held a phone up like he was taking video.
Abbie reacted faster than I did. She let out a sound of horrified surprise, pushed me back, and launched to her feet. And then she was pulling me up beside her, forcing us to retreat as far back in the shower as possible. Like we could run from him.
I finally got my bearings and remembered what I was supposed to do. “Oh, my God! Get out!”
“No,” he said simply. “In fact, I was thinking I should join you.”
“What? Are you out of your mind?” I shrieked.
“Tell us who he is,” Scott encouraged.
Because the audience would need a reminder. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover my breasts. “You can’t join us. You’re my stepbrother,” I spat at him. “Get out of here!”
He had the audacity to look dubious. “You sure you want me to leave?” He ticked his head toward the phone he was holding. “If you don’t want to include me, then I guess I’ll have nothing else to do but show this to our parents. I’m sure they’ll be interested to know what you girls were doing in here.”
I exchanged a furtive glance with Abbie, and for a long moment, the only sound was the falling rain of the shower.
He lowered the phone and shoved it in his back pocket. “Okay, then.” His gaze focused in on me. “Your loss. I could have gotten her off faster.”
Even though this line was part of our loose script, my pulse kicked into overdrive. “Is that so?” I swallowed a breath. “You think you can do it better?”
My voice had been unsteady, but his was not. His eyes teemed with arrogance. “I know I can.”