Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Because I didn’t want to miss any of his reactions.
I expected to see some flash of pain or discomfort as Memphis entered him, but all I saw, and heard, was blissful satisfaction. They both hung there, presumably so Brennan could adjust, and I just marveled at how in tune they were to each other’s needs. Would I get that someday? More importantly, would I get it with them?
I reached up to brush Brennan’s hair away from his face with one hand while my uninjured hand searched out his cock. I massaged him gently as Memphis settled over Brennan’s back. My eyes met Memphis’s and I was stunned to see how open they were. There was so much more than pleasure in his dark gaze. Memphis and Brennan kissed languidly as Memphis began to thrust gently into Brennan. Neither of them spoke and they didn’t have to. So much was being said in that room, on that bed, without the need for words. And I loved that I heard it all.
I kept up my firm tugs on Brennan’s cock as Memphis began to increase his pace, but it wasn’t until Memphis urged Brennan down flat against me that they both turned their attention on me. Their combined weight should have frightened me, but I barely noticed it as they took turns kissing me and someone’s hand, Memphis’s probably, based on the size, pushed my hand out of the way and wrapped around not only Brennan’s cock, but mine as well.
“Oh God,” I ground out as Memphis began working us over. The sound of skin slapping against skin was delicious and I loved the way Brennan’s body rocked against mine as Memphis fucked him. It was almost like he was fucking us both. And in a way, he really was.
Brennan was too caught up in what he was feeling to do anything but lay on top of me, his hands buried in my hair, his mouth pressed against my neck. His hot breath fanned over me with every grunt that fell from his lips. I knew I wasn’t doing much better, because I felt like all I was doing was trying to suck in enough oxygen to deal with the sensation of my orgasm growing and growing. Like the night before, the more the orgasm built within me without cresting, the more nervous and excited I got. I knew I would go over eventually, but the need was so clawing that it felt like nothing else but the need to come existed. Well, that and the two men I was joined with in that that moment…
I kept my eyes on Memphis as he throttled in and out of Brennan. His left hand was flat on the bed next to my head so he could brace himself, but somehow he managed to link some of our fingers when I searched out his hand with mine. Even in the throes of passion, he was careful not to apply any pressure to my injured finger.
“So perfect,” Memphis muttered just before he leaned down and kissed me. His lips found Brennan’s next and then they were back on mine. Somehow Brennan’s mouth was there too and as I shouted when my orgasm finally flung me over the edge, someone kissed me hard and swallowed the sound. I was too far gone to know who it was and I didn’t care either. I was still lost in my body’s climax when there was a muffled cry above me and then hot liquid coated my already wet stomach. My body jerked and thrashed as the release shattered every part of me, but with the weight of both men on me, there was little room for any actual movement. A third shout rattled through the air and I heard Brennan groan in my ear as his body slid over me, his half hard dick brushing mine. I opened my eyes in time to see Memphis’s corded muscles flexing as he drove into Brennan over and over, riding out his orgasm until he finally sank all his weight down on top of both of us.
The relief was exquisite. The perfection of the moment was incomparable to anything else I’d ever felt before. And any of the lingering doubts I had about the plans I’d been making throughout the night as I’d laid in Memphis’s arms disintegrated.
I was exactly where I was supposed to be and so were Brennan and Memphis. Now I just needed them to see that too.
Chapter Eighteen
Memphis
There should have been more satisfaction in hearing the grunt of pain the person on the other side of the door let out when I kicked it in, breaking the flimsy security chain that the fucker somehow thought would be enough to keep him safe when he opened the door. As it flew open, I walked past the man holding his bloody nose and settled my eyes on the second man who jumped off the bed and reached for the gun sitting on the nightstand. I didn’t bother giving the guy a warning not to go for the gun because I didn’t give a shit if he did or not. I would have put a bullet through some part of his body either way. No reason needed.