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)
“You can’t ask me that,” I say quickly, indignant. “There’s no way I could choose. I love all of your styles. I don’t love everything I’ve seen, because I wouldn’t want a zombie or a skull on me, or anything like that, but you’re all so talented.”
“We could collaborate,” Hutch says, “and mark you together.”
“Mark me together?” I tease in a flirty tone. “Is that code for something else?”
Quick as a flash, he’s up out of his chair, scooping me into his arms, making me spill some of my water before I can right the glass. “Maybe it is. Guess you’re about to find out.”
24
HUTCH
The way Rose squeals when I pick her up sends a bolt of heat straight to my cock. It’s been far too long since I’ve been inside her, though I’d still be saying that if I’d just had her this morning.
“There’s chocolate sauce in the fridge,” I tell Mace just before I carry her off to my bedroom.
Rose’s eyes go wide as her lips curve up into a smile. “I like the sound of that,” she says, her hand squeezing my shoulder excitedly.
“I was hoping you’d be coming over for dessert tonight.”
In my room, I set her on the edge of the bed before grabbing a beach towel and spreading it out next to her. When I smooth it out with Christian’s help, I place her in the center, just as Mace comes in with the chocolate, followed closely by Zipper.
The four of us surround the bed, all eyes on the beautiful, delicate flower who’s lying on the towel.
“Are you going to take off my clothes?” she says after several seconds pass with none of us making a move.
“We want to watch you take them off,” I tell her, making it clear with my voice that it’s not a suggestion, but an order.
The prettiest flush blooms across her chest as she looks back at me, at all of us. After only a beat of hesitation, she rises up onto her knees, gathers her hair back away from her shoulders, takes off the belt that cinches her dress at her waist, and then reaches for her top button.
The sexy mix of shyness and confidence in her expression and her actions as she opens the buttons is potent, and suddenly, I have a new kink.
“That’s a good girl,” I tell her as she drops one sleeve off her shoulder, then the other, revealing a tiny black lace bra distracting enough to make a person forget their own name.
She opens more buttons until the dress falls away, revealing a bikini bottom whose impact matches the coordinating bra. She looks back at us, a playful smile on her lips. Does she know my mouth’s gone dry?
Though I’ll hate to see her lingerie go, I lick my lips and remind her to remove everything.
Her actions are slow and purposeful as she takes off the remaining scraps of clothing. Once she’s naked, she lies on her back expectantly, knees bent, legs parted. I’m pleased to see how much she trusts us, how she’s willing to share her body, and do as I tell her.
She’s something special, that’s for sure.
25
ROSE
Giggles and moans are a strange combination, but that’s what the men are eliciting as they begin to draw on my body with the chocolate sauce. At first, they make random stripes and swirls and immediately lick them from my skin, but then they start to settle into more complicated designs.
“Is this what you meant on the first night we were together, when you said you’d get creative in the future?” I ask Christian as he works on making a bold pattern on one of my breasts.
“This is only the beginning,” he promises, his tongue darting out to lick my nipple.
Mace is focused on my hip, but from this angle, it’s hard for me to make out what he’s drawing. “What is it?” I ask, when he looks up at me.
He holds my gaze meaningfully before finally saying, “It’s a firefly.”
I give him a special smile, the warm feelings we shared on that cool evening instantly rushing back. He draws a few more lines, and just as I lean up to get a better view of his creation, he swipes his tongue over it, making it disappear, sending shivers down my leg and through to my core.
“I missed it,” I say.
“Sorry,” he grins. “I’ll redraw it anytime, with chocolate or ink.” But instead of continuing, he moves aside, making room so Zipper can have better access to my body.
Christian is still working on my breasts, copying the pattern from the first one to the other, each stroke of his finger over my nipples making my pussy wetter and wetter.
“I like it,” I tell him. “It would make a nice pattern for a bikini.”
He draws a few more lines and nods, deciding it’s finished. “Thanks, but I prefer your breasts au naturel.” With that, he begins to lick my skin bare again, his tongue going so slowly, it’s pure torture.