Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I nod. He has to be able to tell how very much more than okay with this I am, but I appreciate him asking.
“Then let’s head back to the house,” Christian says, and I know by the way he’s looking at me what that’s going to mean. A shiver runs through me that has nothing to do with the ocean breeze.
12
MACE
If it were up to me, I’d lay Rose down in the sand and have some fun with her right here, but I suppose it’s best not to take chances. Several of our neighbors walk the beach regularly, and the other guys, Hutch in particular, would not be happy to have people gossiping about us. Wouldn’t be good for business, he’d say.
The walk back to the house seems to take longer than it ever has, and that’s not because we’re all walking more slowly to accommodate Rose’s smaller stride.
Rose. Kissing her was like falling down a steep hill, picking up momentum as I went. I’m not convinced this is a good idea, all of us getting involved with the same woman again, but now that I’ve kissed her, I don’t care whether or not it’s wise. The hill is too steep to climb, and I think I’m going to be very happy down here where I’ve landed.
Her lips were as sweet as her personality, and her body as soft as the smile that’s always in her eyes. She’s a breath of fresh air, so different from any woman I’ve ever been with. I completely understand why Christian and Hutch were pushing to get together with her, but I’m afraid she’s going to get hurt, even though it will be unintentionally. She definitely brings out a protective instinct in Hutch, but you can’t always protect a person from heartache.
My tangled thoughts are interrupted by the honeyed scent of Rose’s perfume or shampoo wafting through the air, to my nose, and then straight to my dick. Everything about her is appealing, from the top of her golden-haired head to the pink tips of her tiny toes.
There’s so much I’d like to do to her, but I’ll have to see how the night plays out. We had a certain rhythm of how things usually went down with the woman we shared before, but since tonight will be our first time with Rose, who knows how it will go. She might be too overwhelmed, and I should prepare myself for that possibility. We’ll go at her pace … for the most part.
Christian claims her as soon as we get inside. First, he kisses her, then eventually he has her in his arms, her legs wrapped around him and her tight little dress riding up so nicely, giving us a great view of her thighs. He carries her into his bedroom, kissing her still, as the rest of us follow.
“Your walls are full,” Rose comments after he lays her on the bed. “More like the shop than the rest of the house.”
Probably sensing that her comment might be an intentional distraction, Hutch sits down on the bed and leans over Rose. “Anytime you want to stop, you tell us.” She nods. “Anything you don’t want to do, you tell us that, too.” Again she nods, but this time I see her swallow a lump in her throat.
“Good girl,” he says, and the words seem to soothe her.
“Now, let’s get you out of this dress,” Christian says, pulling a strap from her shoulder.
“It has a zipper in the back,” she says, her voice sounding smaller than usual, hesitant and timid, which is not how Rose has seemed as we’ve been getting to know her. But she’s young, and there are four of us, so I get it.
It turns out that the zipper runs all the way down to her ass, so Christian helps her stand. When I see her eyes widen as the four of us surround her, I lean in close to her ear. “We’re going to make you feel so good.”
She turns to me, still looking full of surprise, but then her eyes soften before heat flares in them.
“I hope I can do the same for you,” she says, and my cock starts to swell in my jeans.
After Christian undoes her zipper, he and Hutch slide her dress down until it pools on the floor at her feet. She’s left standing in lacy pale pink panties, a matching bra that has no straps, and the sexy high-heeled shoes that Hutch put back on her feet when we left the beach.
“So pretty,” I murmur, taking in her narrow shoulders, the creamy swell of her breasts, and the rounded curves of her shapely hips.
“Gorgeous,” Hutch says, trailing a finger over her arm and raising goosebumps in its path.
“Like a blank canvas,” Christian says.
“You like all my virgin skin?”