Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Zoe
Oh my goodness.
What is happening?
My heart is racing, my skin hot and sensitive.
I stand on shaky legs, wondering when I became so obedient. I’m not a rule follower at all, but Bridger’s tone brooks no disagreement. And I find myself excited. Excited to kiss the dangerously sexual Jacob while Bridger watches. Excited to be doing something so risky. So forbidden. When I woke up this morning, I definitely didn’t foresee myself getting trapped in a sensual web woven by my enigmatic stepbrothers. But here I am.
And they won’t be denied. Neither will my sudden, pulsing attraction to them.
I travel around the table slowly, my pulse accelerating the closer I come to Jacob.
When I’m a foot away, he moves like a cracking whip, capturing me around the waist and throwing me up on the table. He stands, inserting his hard, athletic body between my thighs and his minty breath wafts over my face.
“Jesus Christ,” Jacob rasps. “She’s even sexier up close.”
“What does she smell like?” Bridger asks hoarsely.
Jacob dips his head, the tip of his nose tracing a line up the side of my neck. “Mmmm. Strawberries and cream.” His tongue laves me beneath the ear. “Soon you’re going to smell like me, though, aren’t you, angel?”
Lordy. I’m pretty sure this isn’t how most girls experience their first kiss.
As the object of hunger for two intensely sensual men.
Two men related to me by marriage.
Jacob breathes against my mouth, his thumb pulling down my chin. He fills my mouth with his breath, once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body and he grabs my knees, jerking me to the very edge of the table. The move drags the skirt up my toward my hips, until my panties are almost visible.
Bridger makes a ragged sound and I glance over to find his attention riveted on my thighs, his forearm shifting, signaling his hand moving beneath the table. “Kiss her more, brother. See if she’ll open her legs.”
“Oh, I think she will,” Jacob mutters thickly, groaning into another lick of my mouth. This time, I stroke his tongue with my own and feel a rush of wetness between my legs. Jacob doesn’t give me thinking or breathing room, his mouth opening over mine repeatedly, drawing his tongue in and out of my mouth, harsh inhales and exhales leaving his nose. Involuntarily, my thighs slide wider on the conference table, my skirt rolling up to my hips, and there I am, kissing my stepbrother while he humps the juncture of my thighs.
I break the kiss with a moan, my head falling back on my shoulders.
“Fuck,” Jacob grits out, running his lips up my throat. “Look at this hot, little piece, Bridger. Bet she’s already wet enough to take my cock.”
“You sure about that? It’s as long as a ruler. Fat as my forearm.” He shakes his head. “Be patient. She needs more time before she takes it.”
Why am I so turned on by hearing Bridger talk about his brother’s penis?
I shouldn’t be.
I shouldn’t be turned on by any of this. Not the taboo nature of what’s happening here or the risk of being caught. Or the way Jacob’s features tighten with pleasure/pain when Bridger speaks. It’s all so bad. But my body won’t let me stop. It’s in search of that elusive release everyone else but me seems to know how to achieve.
“Twenty more seconds,” Bridger says. “Nineteen…eighteen…”
Jacob pumps against me frantically, his mouth racing over mine, his head slanting, hands sliding up my thighs and gripping my bare hips, jerk, jerk, jerking me toward him on the conference table. I’m going to come. I’m finally going to come. I think. I think. The rigid trunk of his erection is right on top of my clit, rubbing it roughly. Almost too roughly, but his tongue in my mouth, his desperation for me make me crave that aggression. And Bridger’s voice counting down from a few yards away makes me feel like we’re two naughty children about to get in trouble and I’m tightening up, tightening…
“Stop.”
Jacob breaks away panting, sweat causing his shirt to stick to his chest. Turning it transparent enough that I can see the colorful tattoos beneath. He’s staring at me like a bull in heat, his light blue eyes even brighter now with arousal.
Bridger paces toward us slowly, like an approaching disciplinarian.
The older Onasis reaches between my thighs, tugs aside my panties and swipes two fingers through my wetness, holding it up to the light. “Excellent job, brother,” he praises, then he pushes his two damp fingers into my mouth. Deep. Making me whimper. Making me suck off the moisture without even having to tell me. Then he glances down at Jacob’s straining fly. “You’re going to make her a very happy girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Jacob exhales, roughly, doubling over to plant his hands on his knees. “When?”