Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 128702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
The sexy rhythm and erotic words of the song put Furi and Blair in motion. They moved their bodies in sync with each other, like they’d been practicing this for a while, or maybe it was natural, God didn’t know and to be completely honest, he didn’t care. He watched them grind on each other, getting the crowd into it. Furi was slightly taller than Blair. He stood with his legs braced apart and clasping his hands behind his head while Blair nestled in extremely close and ran his hands up Furi’s chest, pulling his tank top off in one smooth movement. Another round of yells and whistles blasted from the room when Furi’s pierced nipples came into view. But if they thought Blair stripping Furi was hot, Furi leaned in, his forehead pressed against Blair’s, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, slowly popping one of the buttons on Blair’s shirt, teasing the guys with more skin, and before they could all calm down from that, Furi gripped Blair’s hips and yanked his body into him, dragging his hands up his chest, clamping down on his shoulders and in one skilled move, shoving Blair to his knees.
The crowd erupted and God finally had to pry his eyes away and look over at Prescott and Syn. Both of them looked proud and extremely turned on. Blair and Furious together should be fucking illegal. None of the men went too far and threw money in their direction, either. This was a show God and Day’s friends were putting on for them. It was no secret that Furi had once been in the porn industry to make money to buy his garage or that Blair had worked as an escort to put himself through culinary school. They did what was needed to achieve their dreams, so no one in that room better disrespect Syn’s or Pres’ partners, or there’d be trouble.
God and Day looked at each other and smiled. Blair was practically tucked between Furi’s spread legs, running his hands up and down his thighs, looking up at Furious like he wanted him so badly he could hardly stand it. Furi played it up beautifully. That gorgeous hair hung around his face while he smoothly cupped Blair’s chin and brought his face to his pelvis. Furi looked up and grinned wickedly, popping the button on his jeans, splaying them open, revealing silky, light-colored hair covering his lower belly, leading down into the top of his low-cut briefs. Underwear that would make God chafe, but he liked them on Furi’s slender frame.
The crowd egged them on, wanting more, and Furi gripped the back of Blair’s head and pulled him into his open jeans and ground his pelvis into his face in the most obscene way. As if he’d just had an actual mouthful, Blair leaned back and pulled in a hard breath, panting and licking his plump lips. Furi wound his body to the music and leaned in like he was going to kiss Blair, but stopped just an inch before their mouths could connect, and both of them turned their heads to stare greedily at God and Day.
Blair smoothly got to his feet and walked over to the recliners, Furi right next to him. Staring into God’s eyes, Blair popped open the last couple buttons on his shirt and let one side hang of a shoulder inked with colorful flowers. Blair opened his X-rated leather pants and spread them just enough for God to see that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Jesus, help me.
Furi tweaked his nipples in front of Day, making them hard and red while he stood over him, still dancing slowly and sensually to the music. They both turned around at the same time when the music started in on the last hook. Furi and Blair each straddled them and dropped down on their laps, leaning all the way back against them. The guys laughed and hollered while he and Day sat there as still as statues, both of them stunned beyond knowledge. Blair smelled like the ripest Georgia peach and he felt just as good. He grabbed God’s big arms and placed them on his hard thighs, then lifted his arms and clasped them behind God’s neck while he wound his body like a snake on top of him. Blair’s cheek was pressed against God’s and God could hear him moaning. Holy shit. God turned for a second and he could see that his fiancé wasn’t fairing much better than he was. Furi’s long frame was splayed on top of him, his back pressed firmly against Day’s chest. Day had his hands in the same place on Furi but his face was buried in his hair. It was common knowledge that Day loved Furi’s hair. He ran his hands through it at every opportunity. Over time, Syn finally stopped threatening Day’s life for doing it. Day buried his nose even deeper while Furi held the back of his head captive.