Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I have no clue if she still has it, but for the first time in years, I wonder if perhaps it was foreshadowing the very circumstances I find myself in. There’s something deep within me that wants more from Avril than what we’ve discussed. It’s at war with my need to avoid relationships, yet I find myself now thinking about that damn folder with information about my father.
Completely wondering if maybe now is the time in my life where I’m supposed to confront that shit.
CHAPTER 17
Avril
My doorbell rings, and I walk—uncomfortably—to the front door. When I pull it open, Dane and Andrew stand there. Dane has a bouquet of flowers, and Andrew has a half-gallon of ice cream.
“Okay, that’s just awkward,” I tell the men as I eyeball their gifts. I turn and walk back into my house, knowing they’ll follow. “This isn’t a date.”
Dane grins, and Andrew snickers before saying, “No more awkward than the way you’re walking right now.”
I twist my neck to glare at him. “Yeah, well… you have a huge ass plug in you and see how you’re walking.”
“Poor baby,” Dane croons as he closes the door, but he doesn’t sound sympathetic at all.
The jackass wouldn’t either, since I’m quite sure this whole ‘make Avril as uncomfortable as possible while anticipating tonight’ idea was his.
Our workday had started off regularly enough. I made it to the office first, followed by Andrew and then Dane. You’d never have known by the casual way we greeted each other that the three of us had been fucking all night at The Wicked Horse. In fact, I’ve been with either Dane or Dane and Drew together every night since my evening alone with Andrew, and it only gets more exciting as every day passes.
The only thing that’s a little weird is that Andrew bugged out one night so it was just Dane and me together, and it was amazing. He and I played with the dildo machine at the club, and then he came back to my house and stayed the night.
Although today started normal, it didn’t stay that way. That’s because at about three o’clock this afternoon, Dane and Andrew showed up at my office door and closed it behind them. For a moment, I thought we had some very confidential business to discuss.
That was dispelled when Dane pulled out a butt plug, held it up, and said, “Take your panties off.”
My response. “Oh, hell no.”
“Tonight’s the night, Avril,” he said in a smooth, low voice that caused my pussy to tingle from the promise in it. I knew what he meant by the plug in his hand—that tonight I was going to have both of them in me at the same time. I’d asked about it, and I was promised it would be done right.
“We’re starting your prep a little early,” Andrew said, and the wicked look on his normally wholesome-looking face made my legs shake.
So. I ended up bent over my desk with my skirt hiked up, my panties pulled down, and Andrew’s fingers playing with my clit until I orgasmed. Dane pushed the lubed plug in my ass at that moment, and I thought I was going to die.
“Don’t take it out,” he’d warned me, and I had to admit… it felt good. It wasn’t overly large and it was so dirty that I was wearing it to a four o’clock meeting. The knowing looks Andrew and Dane kept shooting me made my panties wet, and it was difficult to concentrate.
Things got a little more uncomfortable when Dane showed back up at my office door at five o’clock. He gave me no choice but to assume the position over my desk while he fingered me to an orgasm. As the first tremors started, he pulled the plug out of me. I had to bite on the palm of my hand to stop from screaming.
He wasn’t done, however.
He merely replaced that plug with a larger one, and as I groaned out my discomfort when I stood back up, he merely gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and whispered, “You need this so you can handle my cock in your ass tonight.”
I almost combusted right there.
The men insisted we do tonight at my house. While every other night has been at the club, tonight was special because man was going where no man had been before in my body. I was nervous as hell and they both knew it, so I was relieved we’d have some privacy in case I chickened out the minute Dane tried to impale me with his huge dick.
The plug had been uncomfortable to wear, and I actually left work a little early because I was cranky and horny at the same time. So, while Andrew and Dane veer off to the kitchen to supposedly put the ice cream in the freezer and the flowers in a vase—which, admittedly, was as sweet as it was weird—I head into my bedroom because I don’t need much seduction tonight.