Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
It is a very, very comfortable bed. The pillow is the perfect size and firmness, the sheets are cool and smooth, and the duvet is fluffy and warm. But my body is rigid, and I’m not sure I’m breathing as much as I should be.
My heart skips a beat or two when the men come in. I can’t help but notice their shirts are off. Why didn’t the possibility of their partial nudity occur to me? Should I ask them to wear t-shirts to bed? No, that would be ridiculous, but I probably shouldn’t be checking out their physiques right now, either.
This was a bad idea.
“Where do you want us?” Zane asks.
Between my legs, my naughty brain silently replies. Assuming they’d prefer not to sleep next to each other, I center myself on the mattress.
Zane gets in on my right and Jordan on my left. They’re probably as close to the edges as they each can be, but their shoulders are nearly touching mine. It’s a big bed, but they’re big men.
“You have enough room?” Jordan asks.
I let out a breath. “Yeah.” I pray that the alcohol will help me fall asleep quickly, but suddenly, I’m wide awake, and that might have to do with the fact that I can smell both of them, and they smell good. And I can feel the heat of their bodies against mine, and hear them breathing.
My naughty brain helpfully replays a few memories for me of Zane taking me in a few different positions, not that long ago. He was so good, and he has such a magical cock. And then I’m remembering the long look I got at Jordan’s cock the other day in the dressing room. They both have such deliciously long cocks, and both of those cocks are in bed with me right now. Mere inches away.
A giggle escapes me, and I make a vow not to drink whiskey again for a long time. I’m not the type of person who giggles.
“What’s funny?” Jordan asks, his voice sounding intimate in the dark.
“I don’t know.”
“Are you comfortable?” he asks.
“I’m fine.” Despite the luxury bedding, I’m not comfortable at all. I’m bothered in a very specific way.
I need to touch them, and I really want them to touch me.
I close my eyes, and I try to pretend they’re not there. I really do try. But it’s hopeless.
The devil comes to rest on my shoulder, and I decide I have no other option except to see what will happen if I make contact.
My hands slowly slide out in both directions until they make contact with warm skin.
Jordan actually flinches, and I pull my hand back, but in an instant, his hand finds mine and brings it back to him. He holds it for a moment before placing it flat on his abs, keeping it covered with his hand.
Meanwhile, Zane lies still and lets me explore. The angel on my other shoulder tells me to slide my hand upward, and I do, savoring the deeply cut ripples of his abs, but after gliding my hand over his firm pecs, the devil wins out, and my hand heads in the opposite direction.
Back down over those abs, past his navel, and lower still, until I run up against the waist of his shorts. The fabric is no obstacle for my determined fingers.
My hand glides over the slippery nylon and quickly encounters the massive hard shape hiding beneath. I stroke down and back up its length, memories rising to the surface, wetness pooling between my legs.
Zane’s voice comes out of the dark, deep and rumbly. “You sure you want to do that?”
This is my exit sign. My chance to turn back in the direction from which I came, and pretend this never happened.
I press on the gas and keep on driving.
18
BRITTANY
He groans when I squeeze his cock through his shorts.
On my other side, Jordan moves his hand from mine, and I head south there, too. Because it wouldn’t be fair to leave Jordan out.
I stroke over both of their cocks through their clothes, and both grow bigger and harder at my touch.
Jordan turns onto his side, facing me, and starts to do some exploration of his own. As I slip my hand under the band of his sweats, he slides his over the bottom of my tank top and then upward, setting my body on fire. He grazes his hand along the bottoms of my breasts, down and back up again.
“This okay?” Jordan asks, sounding so tender and wary that I wouldn’t recognize his voice.
His question almost makes me laugh. “I guess I should be asking you that.”
“You can do whatever you want to me,” he says, some of his cocky side returning.
I swallow a lump in my throat. “Same goes.”
“She had a lot of whiskey,” Zane says, and it annoys me that he’s talking about me like I’m not there.