Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
38
Loki stared down at his girl who was kneeling at his feet.
This felt like a dream come true.
Well, other than the big, hulking cowboy crouching next to her. That was never part of the plan.
And yet . . . it felt right that he was here. Would he have ever made a move on Isa without him?
But it was more than that . . . Loki felt drawn to him in a way that wasn’t sexual exactly. However, it was a form of attraction.
He wanted the calm that the other man exuded. That dominance he wielded so easily.
Although he hadn’t been so chill when he’d thought their girl was ill. Loki had to hold back another grin. He also wasn’t so chill right at the moment. After their girl had just asked him to help her give Loki a blow job.
“Um, you, ahh, want me to help?”
Loki wondered if Remy had ever stumbled over his words this much before?
Then again, he’d never likely been propositioned by a gorgeous girl, asking her to show him how to give the girl’s other man a blow job.
But hey, there were weirder things that could happen, right?
Loki couldn’t think what, but he was certain there was.
“That was dumb, wasn’t it? Sorry.” Isa’s shoulders slumped and her head dropped.
Okay. He didn’t like that. Loki frowned down at Remy.
“Actually, I think it was a great idea,” Loki said, reaching down to place a finger under her chin. “Not that I won’t love anything you do. But if you want Remy to guide you, then that’s what he’s going to do.”
And Loki didn’t really care what the other man thought about it.
What his baby wanted, she got.
Remy eyed him back, sure and strong. Then he turned to Isa, his face softening. “I’ll help you, baby.”
“It’s asking too much, right? I’m just . . . it’s silly, but I’ve wanted this for so long and I’m so damn nervous.”
“That makes two of us,” Loki said.
Remy cupped the side of her face, turning her so he could kiss her lightly. Then he nodded up at Loki.
Shit.
He was really getting his dick out in front of another dude.
Well, it wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before. Just not quite in this setting.
And this was a fuck load hotter.
“All right, then.” Remy cleared his throat. “I can do that. Why don’t you take Loki’s jeans off?”
Loki swallowed heavily. He was determined not to embarrass himself. But, fuck, this was going to be hard.
Not as hard as his dick, but . . .
Okay, that was bad. Thank God he didn’t seem to have Isa’s problem of blurting out her thoughts.
He bit his lip to hold back a groan as she undid his jeans and tugged them carefully down over his erection. His dick was pressing against his boxers, desperate for her touch.
“Whoa. Can I touch?” she asked.
Loki stared down at her. She had her hand in the air, hovering. He looked to Remy who gave him a steady look.
He was here to support them.
But he also wasn’t going to interfere.
Fuck. Remy really was a good fucking guy. Better than Loki, that was for sure. If their positions were reversed, Loki wasn’t sure he could be so giving.
“You can touch, Tink. Please.”
She ran her finger along the length of him. Loki wanted to demand that she take his boxers off. But he also understood that she might need some time to get used to him.
To play.
Fuck. He should have jacked off first.
Then she was tugging off his boxers. She sucked in a breath.
“Oh God, it’s so pretty.”
He snorted out a laugh. Here he was close to bending her over the nearest surface and fucking her until they both reached oblivion and she went and called his dick pretty?
“He is not pretty.”
“Oh, sorry. Of course not. He’s um, long! Like a bratwurst. But thick! Like an eggplant.”
Dear God.
“Baby, you don’t want him as thick as an eggplant,” Remy murmured, looking like he was seconds from laughing. “Eggplants are really thick.”
“I was trying to make up for the pretty mistake,” she whispered.
“I can still hear you,” Loki whispered. “My dick is sexy. He’s hot. Masculine. Got it?”
She nodded.
“You’re going to have to make that up to him and kiss him. He’s had his feelings hurt.” Loki grasped the base, squeezing him.
Fuck. Anything to try and get some control back.
“I can do that.” A look of determination filled her face as she leaned in and placed her lips against the shaft, kissing.
Holy. Shit.
He hadn’t expected her to do that. And the feel of her lips on him was almost his undoing.
God, what was wrong with him?
Her breath teased him, dancing over his nerve endings.
Fucking hell.
She placed more kisses along the shaft. Then she wrapped her hand around his dick, above his own.
He knew that Remy was murmuring things to her, but he couldn’t hear it over the ringing in his ears.