Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“I’m getting close,” Raphael said. “Do you want to—”
“Yes,” I said around his cock, not even waiting to hear the question. “Fill me up—both of you.”
Spencer groaned, and I could feel his abs tighten underneath me. Flynn had a death grip on my thighs, and he held me in place as his tongue went into overdrive.
I gasped, barely able to keep my lips wrapped around Raphael’s cock. God, it was amazing.
It was too much.
It was perfect.
My entire body shuddered as I braced myself as best I could. Spencer thrust as deep as he could and then held himself there. Raphael fisted my hair as he came in my mouth. And Flynn—he worked my clit so hard I thought I was going to combust.
I screamed around Raphael’s cock as I came. My back arched and I froze as wave upon wave of pleasure hit me. Spencer’s huge cock pulsed inside me, and I knew that he was coming, too. The intensity of the pleasure was so much that I could barely function, but there was something I needed to do.
Something I wanted to do.
I caught Flynn’s eye as he finally eased off my sensitive clit. He sat up between my legs and fisted his rock-hard cock. Still struggling to catch my breath, I peeled Spencer’s fingers off my breasts and cupped them myself, holding them up—and offering them to Flynn.
He nodded, his hand flying up and down his cock. Then he raised himself up to his knees and aimed his thick rod, coming on my breasts.
My eyes closed as I tried to regain my breath. Then hands clutched at me, I couldn’t even tell how many hands, as I was lifted off Spencer. I ended up on my back in the middle of the bed, but I didn’t hate being in that position anymore. Not with Spencer on one side of me, a tired but pleased expression on his face. Flynn crawled up until he was on my other side. Both brothers were pressed against me, and I loved being sandwiched between them.
Raphael collapsed on the big bed on the other side of Flynn. He looked winded, too, but he angled his arm above Flynn’s head and ran his fingers through my hair.
I’d never imagined this part of it before. The part where we all collapsed into an exhausted heap. They were all touching me, and I no longer cared which arm, leg, or cock belonged to which man. All that mattered was that I was as close to them as possible, and that we were together. After all the time I’d complained about being stuck in that bed downstairs, it was ironic that I was pretty sure I didn’t ever want to leave this one.
25
Alyssa
“What do we do about this corner, Lyss? There’s no way Nana’s wheelchair can fit through here,” Spencer said. It was a Saturday afternoon, so we were all helping out. Except the twins. They wanted to help, but their versions of assistance often completely halted our progress. Therefore, they were playing in the spare bedroom Nana had made into a play area. Every so often, we called on them for simple jobs.
I crutched my way over to Spencer. Now that the doctors had cut away the old, clunky cast and given me a smaller one, I was getting quite speedy. I peered at the area of the hallway Spencer meant. To widen the passage, we’d need to cut quite a chunk out of the wall. “Ask the contractor.”
Flynn just happened to pass by just then. He shook his head—and pinched my ass. “Ask the foreperson.”
Spencer wasn’t in the mood. “You two are about as much help as the kids.”
“All right, all right, we’ll get on it.” I made Flynn follow me to the kitchen where all my plans and sketches were. We got right to work after a few minutes of fooling around. All right, maybe it was more than a few.
“Don’t let the twins see you,” Raphael said as he walked into the kitchen. We didn’t know how to explain our situation and weren’t quite ready to introduce me as ‘daddy’s special friend,’ so we were keeping this just between the four of us for now.
Raphael went to the fridge and poured himself a glass of ice-cold water. “I don’t know whether to drink this or throw it over your heads to cool you off.”
“We’ll be good,” I said with a giggle.
“Yeah. Good,” Flynn said as if it was a foreign word. To him, it possibly was.
Overall, the renovation of Nana’s house was going well. Like Rafe’s house, hers had been built a long time ago with lots of additions and changes over the years. Some parts were up to code and some weren’t. Some walls met at right angles and some floors were level—and others definitely weren’t.