Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Maybe naughty is what I need, and if there’s anywhere in the world that won’t judge me for it, it’s here with the Screaming Eagles. I remember all too clearly the kind of stuff they were doing at their bar and nobody even batted an eye.
Wraith brushes my hair away from the back of my neck, kissing me there as Tank’s tongue slides along my own. His body moves behind me, caging me between them. His hands slide up to cup my breasts on the outside of the t-shirt, and I moan in spite of myself. Clever fingers find my nipples and tease them until they are rock hard and begging for his touch. At the same time, Tank threads his fingers into my hair and cups the whole back of my head, staking a clear claim on my lips.
I catch myself pressing my butt back into Wraith and force myself to stop. There’s no question in my mind that they’ll let me take this as far as I want. But how far is that? If I give in to the temptation of having sex, I can’t just run home and put the memory on a shelf. I’m going to have to keep seeing and talking to them until this is over.
“Relax,” Tank says in a low, rumbly voice. “Just let us make you feel good.”
Wraith’s plays with my breasts as his teeth nip at my neck. He shifts forwards, and I feel the big, hard length of something at the front of his jeans. It’s definitely a weapon, but I don’t think it’s a gun. Especially not when he lets out a pleased sigh when I wiggle against him.
Tank’s fingers tighten in my hair and he pulls back. My eyes have been closed, but I open them to look at him. His deep blue eyes are stormy with desire. “I wanna take my shirt off,” he says. “You okay with that?”
Who wouldn’t want an up close look at any of these guys? I remember my first sight of him as Wraith was working on his tattoo, and I nod. I’m very, very okay with it.
“And I want to take yours off, too.”
That makes me pause. My bruises are mostly on my arms and shoulders, but what if they don’t like what they see? What if my breasts are too droopy, or my stomach a little too soft?
Wraith seems to sense my hesitation and slides his hands underneath the hem of the t-shirt, not taking it off, but touching me skin to skin. He spreads one hand over my belly and slides the other up to my breast. “You’re fucking beautiful, Kaylee.”
“I’m not perfect,” I whisper. Working in the beauty industry, I’ve seen more than my share of bodies, and I never ever judge, but I’m very conscious of every line, dimple and bulge on my own.
“Fuck perfect, I’ll take real.” Wraith’s breath skates over my ear and the heat and tingles that have been pooling in my stomach make a move further down.
Oh God.
I nod again. The devilish grin on Tank’s face makes it immediately worth it. There’s so much naked appreciation in the way he looks at me that it’s hard to stay self conscious.
Tank leans back and crosses his arms over his torso to grab the hem of his shirt and twist it up over his head. I almost forget to breathe as I watch his muscles flex and move beneath the tanned skin and vibrant ink. It’s like the unveiling of a Picasso, and when I let my gaze drift downwards to where a faint line of dark hair leads into his jeans, I see the hint of a clear patch over the hilt of the gun tattoo.
It makes me want to see the whole thing.
I put my hands on Tank’s pecs. It’s hard to believe this is even real. His heart beats steady under my palm, and he’s so much softer than I imagined, and warm.
Behind me, Wraith pulls off his shirt, too, tossing it to the floor before taking hold of my t-shirt and slowly pulling it up until it’s just below my armpits. I raise my arms and then it’s done. I’m completely topless, sandwiched between two equally shirtless men. I keep telling myself I’ll stop this in a minute, but…
None of me is interested in stopping.
Tank grips my butt and pulls me forwards until my legs are practically wrapped around his waist and my breasts are pressed firmly against him, the tight curls of his chest hair tickling my hard nipples. Between my legs, I can feel his erection pressing right against my core. He’s huge, all over. My gasp turns his smile cocky.
While I’m grinding against Tank’s length—and I am, I can’t help it—Wraith tips my head back, making me lean into him with Tank’s strong grip keeping me from falling.