Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
And then a little lower.
Thunder rumbles into my ear, “That's right. Let us take care of you.”
The soft command in his voice, and the lure of pleasure has me melting between them. I lean back into Thunder, reveling in his body heat and nod. “Okay.” Just a whisper, but he hears it.
He takes one of the small shampoo bottles from a ledge in the shower and fills his hand. A moment later, he's leaning my head back and working it into my hair. Thunder massages the shampoo into my scalp with a grip that could crush rock. I'm not sure it's possible to get an orgasm just through a good hair wash, but after the time we’ve had, I think it might just happen. My eyes roll up into the back of my head, and if Lightning wasn't quick to support me, I would just collapse into a quivering mess at their feet.
“Turn around slow,” Lightning orders, and just the simple act of obeying turns me on. I rotate until Thunder stops me so I'm facing him instead. His hard length presses into my belly, and as Lightning gets right up behind me, I realize I’m trapped between two wet, naked, hard men. God, what happened to the innocent girl that walked off a plane in Vegas?
“That’s a good girl,” Thunder says in his deep voice, making me moan just a little.
Lightning detaches one of the showerheads from the wall and leans my head back to rinse my hair. They might be rough on the surface, but they sure know how to make a girl feel taken care of.
Thunder pulls me into a hungry kiss. His cock prods my belly, and I reach down to put my fingers around it. It's hot and pulsing, and I want it against me. Both of them.
God, is my first time going to be in the shower? Should I tell them?
Thunder captures my jaw in his big hand and makes me look up at him. “No one's gonna interrupt us this time. The question is, are you ready for us? All of us?”
Oh.
My heart races at the thought. I wet my lips, which suddenly feel incredibly dry, even in here. “I…”
Am I? Am I ready for it?
My body screams yes, which is a little crazy, right? Me? With four big, bad bikers?
Lightning reaches around me to cup my breasts, which doesn’t help me focus at all. He whispers right into my ear, “Remember what we said. Let us take care of you. In every way we fucking know how.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
22
HARPER
Lightning sweeps me up in his arms so suddenly, I squeal in surprise and wrap my arms tight around his neck. “What are you doing?”
“Not enough room for all of us in here,” he says, and the reality of it sinks in. All four. Right now.
The cool draft as Thunder opens the bathroom door is nice this time after the hot shower. Not to mention that the guys have me burning up inside. How is this going to go? It's terrifying and wonderful and maybe a little embarrassing all at the same time as Lightning carries me out into the bedroom, both of us naked and soaking wet. Not that he seems to care. I curl myself tighter in his arms, but that doesn’t help that my butt is hanging down for all to see.
“Fuck,” hisses Shadow. “Did you tan that ass? It's fucking glowing.”
Thunder laughs and tears the comforter off the bed. “Good scrub and hot water. Go rinse off or we’re making this a private party. Where’s Outlaw?”
Shadow shakes his head.
“No?” Lightning asks.
Three men will be more than enough of a challenge, but it feels wrong that Outlaw isn’t here. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to cause problems.”
“It’s not you, honey,” Shadow says gently, heading to the shower. “He needed a little space, and he’s still hurting.”
Without a care about getting the sheets wet, Lightning drops me onto one of the beds. I gasp in surprise, but the soft mattress catches me, and a moment later, its edges dip when Thunder and Lightning climb aboard. With me on my back and them on their knees on either side, their cocks hover over me, huge and imposing.
“Touch them,” says Thunder. His skin is still damp from the shower, droplets beading on his broad chest and powerful thighs.
A little nervously, I reach for both of them at once. I don't find them hard to tell apart—their personalities are too different—but the moans Thunder and Lightning let out when I wrap my fingers around their shafts are absolutely identical. Their flesh thrums in my hands, two strong pulses pumping burning hot blood through them. It’s such a cliché, but it really does seem impossible that there’s room enough inside me. I just have to trust they know what they're doing.