Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“I guess I do.”
The room goes quiet again.
“We’re only kidding around, Zara,” Griffin growls lowly.
“I’m not.”
Anders frowns. “Zara—”
“I’m feeling wild tonight,” I say quietly. “And free, and untouchable. And I want to do it.”
Anders shakes his head. “That’s not a good reason.”
“Like hell it’s not,” I purr, turning to look him in the eye. “Anders, I want this. Really. Tonight, was fucking incredible. I’ve never felt like that on a stage, and I’ve been on a lot of stages. I’ve never played like that with someone, let alone three someones.”
I take a breath, blushing as I look at each of them.
“I—I don’t know what it is with you three, but you just click with me. Being with all of you just feels… I don’t know. Right?”
I reach out and take Griffin’s hand in one of mine, and Anders’s in the other.
“I want this,” I say softly.
“You gotta know something,” Carson growls. “We…” he frowns, shaking his head. “Fuck, Zara. I’m fucking crazy about you.”
“So am I,” Anders purrs.
“And me,” Griffin adds in his rough, deep voice.
I tremble, panting as Carson leans in and kisses me softly. He pulls back, letting Griffin take over. And when he’s done, it’s Anders’s turn to claim my lips.
“So how do I pick?” I whisper heartedly, my whole body shivering with heat and excitement at what might happen here, right now, tonight.
“Zara,” Anders smiles, shaking his head. “You can think about this for another time—”
“How about spin the bottle?”
Carson chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, c’mon, stop fucking round. Look, think about—”
“I’m not,” I say lowly. “Fucking around, I mean. I’m being serious.”
The three of them glance at each other, and slowly, I watch the reservations tumble away from them.
“That,” I whisper, nodding at an empty water bottle on the table next to Anders. His eyes burn into mine, a fierceness there before he nods as I stand. I saunter over, aware of three sets of eyes burning into me as I pick up the bottle and turn back around. There’s a small coffee table littered with sheet music and guitar pics in front of the couch, and with a grin, I sweep it clean and push the table closer to the couch.
“Sit,” I giggle, pointing at Carson and then the empty seat on the couch where I was just sitting between Griffin and Anders. He moves to sit, and I giggle again at the sight of the three of them—Anders and Griffin with shirts on but pants off, and Carson sitting between them with shirt off and pants still on.
“Okay, first of all, I’m the only one naked here.”
They all chuckle, glancing at each other as they stand and yank the rest of their clothes off. My eyes land on Carson’s cock as it bobs free of his boxers, and I moan at the size of him—the same as Anders.
The four of us glance at each other, the heat in the dimly lit room pulsing through the air as I take the bottle and kneel on the opposite side of the coffee table as them.
“Ready?” I say quietly, a little shake to my voice.
“Zara, you know you don’t have—”
“I want this,” I whisper fiercely at Griffin, and he nods, fire in his eyes.
“Then spin, baby girl,” he purrs.
I swallow, and I place the bottle on the table. And with one final breath, fully knowing what this means and shivering in anticipation at it, I give it a spin.
Around and around it goes until finally it slows to point at… me.
“If we’re being honest,” Anders growls, grinning hungrily at me. “I know all three of us would gladly watch you with yourself.”
I blush as they all grin at me, shivering as I pluck the bottle up again.
“One more try.”
I give it another spin, watching at it goes around and around, until finally, slowly, it comes to a stop, right in the middle of them.
Carson.
My eyes drag up to his, and our gazes lock as something wild sparks between us and his eyes flame.
“Zara,” he growls, his cock throbbing against his abs. “You know you don’t have to.”
“Yeah,” I purr, a huskiness to my voice as I lowly stand, feeling their eyes all over me. “But I want to.”
10
Zara
Slowly, my heart racing, I step around the table and walk towards the couch where the three of them are sitting. Three sets of eyes follow me hungrily—three sets of eyes burning right into me and making me ache with desire as I move closer.
I know this is insane. I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever sat down and imagined my first time to be with three guys. Or at least, with two other guys just there during it. But I meant what I said to them. I want this. I want it with every part of me. Not as a passing little wild thing where I’m acting crazy because of the night. I’ll admit that the adrenaline coursing through my veins is playing a part, but this isn’t a reckless bout of insanity.