Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
No shit, Sherlock. I can’t begin to imagine what his life has been like the last couple years.
What do I know?
I’ll spend the rest of my life making him feel safe and like part of this family.
I caress my hand down his bicep. His skin is still soft here—his skin has always been so soft—even though in the shower last night and this morning I noticed how rough his hands had become. I press my forehead between his shoulder blades. If I will my healing into him, will he feel it?
I shift so my lips are at his ear. “You awake,” I bite my lip and then finish breathily, “…Daddy?”
He turns his cheek against me as he twists towards me. Nuzzling me so fucking sweet I about die. I’ve felt this ever since he returned.
Milo had always been a little aloof before. Only during sex would he let go of that tight control he held over himself and allow his mask to finally slip a little. Sure, the part he revealed then was that he was a little deviant and twisted… but considering the thoughts I was having as he turned towards me… well, he wasn’t alone in that camp.
He nuzzles his face into my neck and breathes out softly.
This is what I mean.
The Before-Milo would never have allowed such an unguarded intimacy between us. He was Milo-the-best-friend of the bunch. Milo-who-liked-to-watch. Yes, we eventually coaxed him to join in, but even then, while he gave himself freedom in sex with us, the rest of the time he walled himself off.
But as he inhales me, running his nose all along my collarbone, one hand holding onto my hip, my heart which was already broken, splinters into a million more pieces for this broken boy.
I run my fingers through his hair.
Gentle at first. And then I scrape my fingernails along his scalp.
He moans and presses his face even harder against my neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers.
I felt wetness along my neck even as he presses forward with his hips. He’s crying and clutching onto me.
He needs me.
I bend my head down over him, cradling his head with mine. “Daddy, I’ve been wanting to try something.”
His head tilts as he sniffed. His cock pulses against my thigh.
“You see,” I whispered. “I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like…” I bite my bottom lip. And then I just go for broke and say it, “… to be double-penetrated.”
When he doesn’t say anything, I clarify, “I mean, two at once in my pus—”
He breathes out like a snorting horse, “Oh, I know what it means.”
His mouth latches onto my throat. And I feel his teeth graze against the pulsing vein there.
My pussy spasms with want, more alive than it’s felt in so, so long.
“Is that what you want?” he growls low, his voice rough. “Is that what my dirty, filthy little girl wants?”
“Yes, Daddy. That’s what I want.” Wetness slicks my legs.
Chapter 35
JANUS
I almost can’t believe what I just heard out of Hope’s mouth. Immediately I get it, though.
And I shoulder in front of Leander in case he’s about to take charge.
“Yes,” I say. “Let’s.”
I put a firm hand on Milo’s shoulder and look into his eyes. He seems a little unsteady, a little unsure. And I know it’s not because he doesn’t want it. By the lust in his eyes and the hard shaft against Hope’s thigh, I can see with my own two eyes he wants it.
But he’s not sure if he deserves it. Or if he can believe we’re so willing to really invite him back in, and I mean all the way in.
“Brother,” I say, squeezing his shoulder. “She’s never done this. Let’s take her together.”
Milo’s eyes widen and his nostrils flare with excitement.
Hope lifts up off the bed and kisses his neck. Milo’s eyes roll back in his head momentarily as her tongue traces the pulsing vein on his neck.
Meanwhile I look over his shoulder to Leander behind him. “Help me shift her.”
Leander nods. Letting me call the shots. He’s been a lot better at that lately. Sharing the spotlight with me. Letting me take alpha sometimes. It’s not a role I want often. The fact that he doesn’t nip at my heels when I want and need it—that’s what matters.
Leander crawls to the bottom of the bed and pulls down the sheet. I love how it exposes our shapely woman to us. She and I have had what one can only call a very long engagement since none of us exactly felt in the party mood with Milo missing the last couple years.
But maybe now…
Leander grabs her calves beneath her knees and I take the hint, hurrying to help by grasping her hips.
Together, we slide her down the bed.
She yelps, and my brothers and I break out into simultaneous grins.