Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Rules of monogamy forever shattered.
Banks ran his fingertips down my face. “Hey, where did you go? Something changed just now.”
I shrugged. “Nothing really.” No way would I confess that I’d been thinking about his brothers while in his arms. “I’m just taking this all in, I guess.”
He tucked me close, caressing my stomach with slow strokes of his fingers. “There’s a lot to take in lately. The move, building our lives... being with all of us.”
I snuggled closer, playing lightly with his chest hair. It seemed he already knew exactly where my thoughts had gone. “Is that what I am doing? Really? Being with all of you?”
“We aren’t easy men, Goldie.”
“I’m not an easy woman.”
He chuckled. “Yes, I’ve figured that much out.” He kissed the top of my head. “My brothers and I agree on this. We want things a certain way in a relationship. We expect to be in charge. A lot of women wouldn’t be willing to accept that.”
“I’m not most women.” Though I wasn’t exactly sure what he was getting at, nor was I sure I truly was willing to accept a man could be in charge of me.
He laughed again. “Yes, I know this, too. I can tell you one thing, though. We may be demanding, bossy, stubborn, and overprotective, but we counter it by making sure our woman is forever cared for.”
Our woman? I couldn’t muster up the courage to ask what he meant by that, or what that would look like. This had started out as a twisted game of sorts. A strange one, perhaps, one in which I had accepted the part of being their fake wife… but his words, the tone in which they had been said had me questioning if the game was becoming something more… something real.
Gramps and Granny G had shown me what love looked like, had taught me what it meant to truly care for someone you’d chosen to give your heart and soul to… but three? Forget the legalities… I knew the law would never accept multiple partners, but was it even possible to love three different men at the same time? The question wasn’t one I could honestly answer, so I took a lesson from Scarlett O’Hara—tomorrow. I’d think about it then, but for now, I wanted more of the man I was with.
I managed to roll Banks onto his back only because he allowed it. My blood raced as I began to trace a hungry trail down his body. Kissing, licking, and doing a bit of nipping of my own, I tasted my way down to his hardened shaft, moving lower and lower until the tip of my tongue touched the tip of his cock. Loving the moan the move drew from him, I looked up, my eyes finding his, lust evident in the depths.
“You promised to feed me,” I said.
He grinned. “Our picnic is in the saddlebags. Let me go get it and—”
“No!” I shouted when he reached for me, to move me off of him.
“No? You just said you were hungry.”
Why I blushed I really didn’t know. I mean, we were lying here naked, he’d had his mouth on me, his cock inside me, but I could feel my face heating. Perhaps because I was shocked I was acting like a brazen hussy and not particularly caring?
“I am hungry,” I said, reaching to take his cock in my hand, slowly moving it up his length. “I’m hungry for this.”
“You do remember what I said earlier?”
Call me a fool but, looking at his erection, replaying in my mind his words about every inch being buried, made me swallow hard and yet nod as I licked my lips.
With his hips rising to meet my seduction, he directed, “Put your mouth around me.”
I followed his command and took his hardness deep within. Swirling my tongue in small circles, I tried to control my gag reflex when his cock nudged the back of my throat. His hand moved to the back of my head, his fingers sliding to twist around the strands.
“Open your throat,” he ordered. “You’ll take every fucking inch.”
His command, the sting of my hair being tugged, the thrust of his hips to force his cock deeper only drove my need to please even higher. My gags, my struggles, my moans were ignored as he worked me down onto his cock until my lips kissed his groin.
“Good girl. Now suck,” he instructed as he slowly pulled my head up.
I worked my lips from base to tip, my tongue licking, tasting, swirling around the crown for a moment before he drove me back down in a rhythmic motion. I was determined to please him, to exceed his demands. Pleasuring him was all I desired. Tightening my lips and licking lightly, my cheeks hollowing with my suckling, I worked his cock. Slowly up then plunging back down, I worked until his control snapped. His breath hitched and his moan reverberated through his entire body as he held me in place, keeping me locked onto his cock as it jerked, spewing his cum down my throat.