Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
So I took the plunge and got on my hands and knees, doing my best to crawl like a sex-kitten to the middle of the table.
Kyle’s eyes darkened, but then he reached out, grasping my upper arm to stop me. I did stop—very aware of how his knuckles were grazing against my breast.
“You on all fours is something straight out of a wet dream, Tori, but probably not a good idea to drag high heels over the felt.”
Oh. Good point. I stopped, flipping over. Before I could reach down to undo the strap of my shoe, Lucas was there, picking up my foot and undoing the strap. God, his touch felt good.
That reminded Jayden of something. “Did you ever give her that foot rub that she dared you to during Truth or Dare?”
I answered for him. “He massaged something better when we were in Atlanta.” I exchanged a secret smile with him.
Once he had my shoes off, he did quickly rub each foot. His strong grip sent shivers up my spine as I turned to Kyle and gave him a mischievous smile. “Now do I get to crawl across the pool table?”
He cocked his head, an eyebrow raised. “It costs a ton to refelt a pool table. Better take your dress off too. Can’t be too careful.”
I laughed. “Nice try.”
Trying to get things back on track, I positioned myself in the middle of the table and gave the beer bottle a spin. It went around and around and finally came to a stop with the narrow end pointing between me and Jayden.
That worked. I crawled over to him and settled on my knees as he wrapped his arms around me. His mouth claimed mine and I sighed, my hormones going from zero to sixty. He had one hand in my hair, squeezing the bun, and I wondered if he’d pull the pins out of it, but he didn’t. His other hand was on my ass, squeezing and kneading, and it felt so good.
But more than that… the thought of Kyle and Lucas watching Jayden touch me that way… it was one hell of a turn on. If I could be brave enough to do all the things I wanted to with these men, this would likely be the most amazing night of my life.
My lips felt puffy when he finally let me go. I let out a little whimper at the loss of contact as I reached behind me for the bottle. I turned around, facing the center of the table, one leg stretched out next to me, but the dress kept me covered. I spun the bottle and didn’t breathe as it made lazy circles.
It finally came to a stop with the head of the bottle pointing straight at my crotch. My face turned beet red as everyone chuckled.
Kyle said, “It’s got good taste.” Then he redirected the bottle so that it was pointing at him.
Excited shivers ran through me. I tried to walk on my knees over to him, but the fabric of the dress got in my way. Kyle solved that by pulling it away from my legs, pushing the fabric behind me… and leaving all but the tops of my thighs bare. But then I was in his arms, and I didn’t care.
It felt so damn good when he pulled my body to his. Since my shoulders and upper chest were bare, we had skin-go-skin contact. He held the back of my head firmly as he ravished my mouth, tilting my head at the perfect angle for his kiss. It thrilled me when he used his strength to hold me in place like this. I hoped there would be more of that tonight.
When he finally let me go, I could barely remember my name.
Kyle wiped the back of his mouth with his hand and then located the beer bottle. He ran the tip of the bottle suggestively along my leg and then rolled it across the table to Lucas.
It was a short distance, but I crawled to him, figuring that Kyle might like the view of me moving away. From the low, throaty groan he made, he did.
Lucas gathered me in his arms but instead of kissing me right away, he lifted me up and set me on the edge of the pool table with my legs dangling down. Then he pushed close, and I spread my knees wide, giving him space.
Shit, it turned me on so much when one of them did that. Such an intimate position to have a man standing between my knees… so close to my core that I could feel the heat from his body.
Lucas brought his lips to mine, and he held me tight. I groaned. Our bodies were lined up—I could feel every one of his firm muscles, as well as the very hard bulge in his pants. He took my mouth slowly and thoroughly, as he had at the hotel in Atlanta. But there was nothing slow about the way he held me. His arms were so tight around me that he lifted me off the table a time or two.