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)
I swallow. “Yes. I am.”
“Right before I’m about to fuck you, as well.” He crowds closer, wrenching the yoga pants down my hips. “Brave little angel, aren’t you?”
His breath on my neck turns me pliant between my thighs, but I rush to remember that I’m a girl with a backbone. I’ve made it clear I’m not bowing down to my stepbrothers’ every whim. And I have one more case to plead. “Can we bring Jacob in here?”
“No.”
“It’s not right. Shutting him out like this.”
“He agreed to it,” Bridger snaps.
I lift my arms and let him wrestle off my sports bra, leaving me naked in the lamplight. Flushed and quaking. “What are you so scared of, Bridger?” I whisper, right before he can kiss me. “Him seeing you without that constant control?”
“Yes,” Bridger hisses, wrapping a hand around my throat. “I’m his…”
“His rock. His—”
“Not another word,” he rasps, his gaze flickering with something I can barely describe. A combination of confusion and lust. Maybe even a touch of shame. “I don’t…understand it.”
“Neither does he.” I bring my mouth to his ear and whisper, “But I do. And we can’t ignore it. Not forever. The last thing you want to do is hurt him.”
Bridger swallows. “No. I don’t want that.”
I lean in and tempt Bridger into a kiss. One he takes greedily, his tongue spearing into my mouth, his hand tangling in the hair at my nape. “Then call him in here,” I say.
Bridger closes his eyes, breathing through his nose for long moments.
And then he reaches over and lifts the receiver of his phone, punches a button.
“In my office,” he says gruffly, before hanging up.
Less than ten seconds pass before the door opens, closes. I glance back over my shoulder to find Jacob standing in the shadows, several feet away. Not close enough to be considered a participant. Just a silent observer.
Bridger stands in front of me, riddled with tension, his jaw seconds from shattering.
Not wanting witnesses to his loss of control. Namely Jacob.
I’m new on the scene here. The dynamic between the brothers is largely a mystery, but it’s one I’m going to unravel, no matter where it leads. Starting now.
I close my eyes and think of what Jacob can see. Me, completely naked, sitting on the desk in front of big, bristling Bridger. And the visual is so stimulating, I bite my lip, feeling my folds slicken. I trace a finger down Bridger’s chest, his hard stomach and along the line of his erection. Making him shudder.
“Can I unzip you?” I whisper, looking at him dutifully through my lashes.
Making sure he knows he’s in charge.
That he won’t completely lack control. Not ever. It would be impossible.
His gaze flashes briefly to Jacob in the corner, then he grunts, nodding once.
I ease the zipper down over his hard, curved flesh, my excitement beginning to build. What will the differences be between Bridger and Jacob? How will this man feel inside me? When I wrap Bridger’s shaft in my hand, his tongue wets his lips anxiously, a line forming between his brows. Struggling to hang on to his almighty control. But when I start to stroke him, he huffs a long breath, bracing his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of my thighs.
“Get off the desk and suck it now,” Bridger says hoarsely. “Suck it.”
The desperation in his tone hits me like a drug. He’s the very picture of a man in need. A man desperate and aching for relief. Because he’s been watching me and Jacob. It’s gotten to him. He’s on the edge. And I can’t get on my knees fast enough. Can’t wrap his thick base in a fist and plow him into my mouth quickly enough. I hear another zipper get yanked down within the room, near the door, and the third member of our erotic chorus joins in, breathing hard.
“Fuck. Inexperienced or not, that’s good head,” Bridger growls, winding my hair in a greedy fist and pumping his hips up and back crudely, tunneling his smooth, salty hard-on past my stretching lips, filling my mouth completely. “Warm, wet…and eager to learn. Aren’t you, angel? You want to do it right for stepbrother?”
I moan around his plump sex, working my mouth up and down as far as I can, his dark nest of curls tickling my lips. He’s right. I want to be his student. Their student. I want to learn every little secret between them. Want to learn about their bodies, since they seem to already hold every password that unlocks mine.
“If you fuck half as well as you suck cock, you’ve been making my brother a very happy man, Zoe,” Bridger grinds out, pushing his ample inches past my gag reflex and holding, holding, until my eyes start to tear, and then he releases me with a strangled groan, swiping spit off my chin as I cough. “Up on the desk. Time to hand over that hot little pussy.”