Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“What do you want to do with the body?” Trey asks, a calmness seeming to overtake him. It’s strange but he seems different now, we all do, actually. Like a mountain has been lifted off our shoulders.
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Let the fucker be, he’s dead anyway. Plus, all I want right now is to go upstairs, take a shower, and be with Jessa.”
“Let’s go then,” Wes agrees. Trey and I step out of the room, leaving the dead body of the man who caused us so much pain behind. Wes follows, closing and locking the door behind him. We take the elevator upstairs and head into our rooms for showers.
I spot Jessa curled up on the couch as we walk in. I’m not sure if she’s sleeping since she’s facing away from us as we enter the room. I don’t stop to check on her, and not because I don’t want to because fuck me, do I want to soothe the ache I know she’s feeling, but because I don’t want her to see the blood on my hands. I know she’s aware of what we are, and what we planned to do to Richards, but that doesn’t mean we need to flaunt what we did in front of her.
Once I’m finally alone, in the confines of my bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and toss them into the corner. I turn on the shower as hot as it will go and step under the boiling spray. I scrub my body with soap making sure every smidge of that fucker’s blood is washed off of me before rinsing off completely and stepping out. I don’t want a drop of that filthy fucker’s blood touching her.
I dry off and walk back into the bedroom. I’m surprised to see Jessa sitting on my bed as I enter the room. Worry creases her forehead, and her blue eyes, though as beautiful as always, seem to hold a deep sadness.
“Is he dead?”
“Yes,” I say while watching her face closely. I don’t want her to resent me for killing the man she thought was her father, but there was no way I could let him live, and I know she understands that.
“Was his death painful?” she asks, her eyes on her hands this time.
“Do you really want to know?” I ask tipping my head to the side as if I’m examining her.
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything right now...my head is a mess. The only thing I do know is that I want you, Trey and Wes in this bed with me. I want to forget what happened today.” She gives me a soft smile and I damn near melt.
“Did I hear my name?” Trey walks in as if right on cue, a grin on his lips, his eyes dazzling with amusement.
“Go get Wes, our princess wants us to keep her mind off of what happened today, and I know just the thing to clear her head,” I tell Trey. I watch him turn on his heels and leave the room on a sprint. I turn back to the lovely creature on my bed, making eye contact with her.
“And you, Princess…strip.”
She obeys immediately. Pulling the large sleep shirt over her head, exposing her full tits and silky smooth alabaster skin. She’s not wearing any underwear as always and as soon as I see her glistening pussy, my cock turns to steel. How did we get so lucky? How did we fall for our captive?
Wes and Trey enter the room a second later while I walk into the walk-in closet and dig through my duffle bag. When I have everything I need, I slip from the closet and head for the bed. Jessa’s eyes go wide when she sees the rope and the piece of fabric in my hands.
“You’re going to need a safe word tonight, Princess.” Her eyebrows lift as if she’s shocked and then her pink tongue darts out over her bottom lip.
“Why?” she croaks innocently. Fuck, when she plays the innocent like she is, it only makes me want to fuck her harder and deeper.
“Because you’ll either be begging for us to stop or begging us to keep going.” I grin. “Now come here,” I order.
Trey and Wes don’t know what’s going to happen yet, but they will soon. She scoots to the end of the bed and wraps the piece of fabric around her head, using it as a blindfold. Her chest rises and falls at an accelerated rate, bringing all the attention toward her heavy breasts. Her skin is pink, and her nipples are hard. Fuck, she’s just as excited about this as I am, and as my brothers will be shortly.
“Did you pick a safe word yet?” I ask.
“Mhm, how about lucky?” she says while nibbling on her bottom lip seductively.