Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
My internal feminist throws her hands in the air and goes to make popcorn.
Savage wraps his strong hands around my ankles and tugs my legs apart as he settles between my thighs, so close that his rough stubble tickles the sensitive skin there. He drags his tongue over my clit, his green eyes flashing as he looks up at me. Then Poe distracts me, turning my face to him and slowly lowering his lips to mine. I open to him, and his tongue slips inside just as Savage’s does down below. Crank moves up my other side, pulling me away from Poe and stealing his own kiss.
I gasp into his mouth as pleasure-sparks dance over my skin, radiating out from my worshiped pussy, up through my tingling belly and making me struggle against the handcuffs that are preventing me from touching the guys in turn.
“Are you ready?” Savage growls from low in his chest, like a wild animal barely able to hold back.
“Sssssooo ready,” I hiss.
Poe nips my earlobe. “It’s my turn next.”
Savage’s heavy weight settles between my legs, my thighs spread wide for him. I hook a foot behind his thigh and pull him closer. The hot tip of his cock brushes over my pussy lips. Nudging, demanding. I can’t tell whose hands are whose anymore, because they’re everywhere.
This isn't just sex, it's rapture. Nirvana. The total destruction of self in a sea of pleasure.
I close my eyes and hold my breath, waiting for that first delicious stretch, and the exquisite plunge that follows. Why is he teasing me? I groan and twist my hips. I’m so close, all it will take is just a tiny bit more friction.
“Paige…”
“Baby…”
HOOOOOONK!
Heart pounding and every single nerve ending on fire, my eyes shoot open and the dream dissolves. The blanket and sheets are tangled up in my legs, and my nightgown is pulled all the way up my thigh.
The room is dark, but dim sunlight sneaks in through a gap in the curtains. I have no idea what time it is. I try to sit up, forgetting that my arm is shackled to the bed. “Ow!”
“It was just a car. Go back to sleep.”
I look across to the other bed, where Poe is leaning back on the pillows with his legs stretched out on the bed. There’s an e-reader in his hand, glowing softly, and his long hair is down, spilling over his bare shoulders. He’s gorgeous, lounging there in nothing but his jeans and showing off a body honed to perfection. The tattoo I noticed earlier crawling up his neck is actually just a part of a gorgeous dragon that wraps over his shoulder and around his chest. The tip of the dragon's claw disappears into his low slung jeans, and the urge is strong to follow it all the way down.
“What are you reading?” I whisper.
If it was Crank, I would expect him to say something involving a lot of guns, explosions and sex. If it was Savage… hmm. Maybe The Art of War. But Poe? I have no idea. He hasn’t been as open as the others.
“Nothing. Sleep. It’s still a few hours before we have to get out of here.”
The answer makes me feel like an overeager puppy getting bopped in the nose with a newspaper. “Sorry.”
He sighs. “It’s nothing special. Short stories, Vonnegut.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
And I don’t know why he does it, but Poe shifts from his bed to mine, bringing a pillow with him. He settles in next to me and starts reading softly aloud. I close my eyes to the velvety sound of his voice and the weight of his body next to mine, letting the words wrap around me. My heartbeat slows and my body relaxes again. I try to focus on what he’s saying, but I slip back to sleep almost immediately.
No more spicy dreams though.
Unfortunately.
8
PAIGE
The next time I wake up, Poe is gone. I’m alone in the room again, but I can hear them talking in the other one. This time though, it’s easier to make out what they’re saying. Either they are sitting closer, or they think I’m still asleep and aren’t worried about me overhearing.
I rub the sleep out of my eyes with my free hand while I cautiously roll over on my side, trying to get my ears as close to the door as possible. Maybe I can overhear something useful.
Something that might give me a clue about if I should really trust them or not.
“I don't fucking like this,” Crank says. “That’s a lot of cash. The job said she stole from him, but it didn’t say nothing about a million bucks, and nobody legit does business in duffel bags full of hundreds.”
“Doesn't feel right.” Poe agrees.
“We’ve been with her for most of a day now, and she’s gone through the fucking ringer,” Savage says. “Either her uncle is exaggerating her addiction, or it’s bullshit. We walked her into a fucking drug den after she thought she lost a million dollars and her only reaction was to freak out about the hookers and the dicks on the screen. Her arms are clear, and she was moving around so much in her sleep I got a pretty good look at the rest of her and didn’t see any signs she’s injecting.”