Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
A flush made me hot. Wasn’t it a little early in the day for a drink? Cocktails usually start at five, right? But the devil on my shoulder put in an appearance then. That was the old you, the voice scolded. Stop being such a fuddy-duddy. Have a drink. Who gives a damn what time of day it is? You’re the only one watching the clock.
So I smiled brightly, taking a deep breath.
“Sure. Why not?”
And drinks were poured for everyone, a clear amber that swirled in low glasses. Man, the liquor was almost hypnotic to watch, moving from side to side like the sea.
And whatever it was, it was strong. The scent of honey mixed with cinnamon, oak and alcohol permeated my nostrils and throat, liquid courage pulsing down my throat all the way to my stomach.
Man, it was needed.
Another swallow made my insides burn.
But there was no respite because the question I’d been dreading was asked then.
Clearing his throat, Tyler took me in.
“So why are you still a virgin?” that low drawl came. “No judgment,” he said, holding his hands up prisoner style. “We’re just curious, that’s all.”
I gulped awkwardly, the fiery burn almost making me choke. How to answer without completely humiliating myself? Suddenly, my clothes felt constricting. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the question making me nervous. But there was nothing to tell but the truth. No embellishments. No lies. Better to get it out there. So I was honest.
“Boys have never been interested in me,” came my voice slowly. “I guess I just wasn’t anyone’s type.”
Unable to meet their eyes, the bottom of my glass held my attention as embarrassment threatened to choke the air from my lungs. But the three men never stirred. Their stares were like lasers on my skin, lighting a fire inside. It also gave me the courage to continue.
“I’m a big girl. Most don’t find my figure flattering,” my voice came again, slow and hesitant, hands tightening around the glass. “I wish it was different, but it’s not. So I’m … you know, a virgin.”
Pure silence.
Oh god, did they hate me now?
Or more accurately, did they think I was undesirable, the leftovers that no one wanted?
But it was the opposite.
“A man knows what a beautiful woman looks like,” Kane said smoothly, sliding closer to me on the sofa.
“We all think you’re gorgeous,” agreed Tyler as he took the glass from my hand, sitting on my other side. And the next thing I knew, Mason was kneeling in front of my legs. Oh god, oh god. What was happening? Moistness dripped between my thighs even as my heart fluttered. They had to be able to smell the scent of my steaming pussy, heavy and pungent in the air. Oh god, oh god, this was so embarrassing.
But the men weren’t embarrassed. Slowly, Mason slid his hands up my skirt and stroked against my pussy briefly, making me squirm and mewl.
“Oh!” came the gasp unbidden from my mouth. “Oh oh!”
But Mason wasn’t deterred. With smooth, swift strokes, he pulled off my sopping panties before rubbing his nose in the damp cloth, savoring the smell of aroused female.
“She’s ready,” came his low voice, vibrating with need. “She’s real ready.”
Kane cupped my chin in his hand and turned me to face him then.
“Katie, we want to make you feel amazing. We want to be your first. It’s your choice. Are you ready baby girl? Are you good to go?”
My face flushed from his words. They were leaving the decision in my hands. I was completely in control, the woman in the driver’s seat.
And it felt good to be honest. I hadn’t expected this to happen again so soon. Nor did I expect to feel empowered and in charge, ready to control my future.
But the old Katie was still there.
“I …”
The stammer was stuck in my throat. This was my opportunity. I could walk away and never see them again, or I could walk forwards and embrace the unknown. What would it be? Sheer insanity? Or a lonely bed forever, rotting with a dozen cats at my side?
And the answer was only too clear. My gaze met Kane’s directly.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please.”
Kane’s lips came crashing down onto mine then. His kiss decimated my defenses, taking control and exploring every crevice with absolute mastery.
“Mmmm,” I mewled deep in my throat, hands going to stroke that hard column of a throat. “Mmmm.”
But Tyler and Mason were just as quick. In short order, my clothes were gone, ripped away in rags, and their hands roamed my hills and valleys like old friends. Squeezing and caressing, they made me move lustily, eyes falling closed, lips parting. Yes. Yes, this is right. This is the new Katie Evans, the one who’s desirable and a hundred percent female, wanted by not one man, but three.