Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 133849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
She wasn’t naïve. These men were into some kinky things, but hadn’t she always wanted to explore more? Her sex life seemed dull and dreary, and then any sex she’d had was merely to keep her husband placated while she planned to get away.
This wasn’t part of a plan. This was something new and different. Something for her. Something that made her feel free even as they’d restrained her.
They’d held her, offering her up to each other, and she’d gotten hot and wet at the thought.
Her damn pussy was making the decisions for now, and she couldn’t help it. They weren’t hearing a no from her tonight.
She could feel the hard line of his erection under her ass. Damn but he felt big. What would it feel like when that hard cock was stroking inside her? It wasn’t like she’d never had sex. She’d had plenty, but she’d done it for the wrong reasons. She’d done it to keep her boyfriend or to hide her plans.
She was having sex for one reason tonight. She wanted it. She wanted them.
“You’re going to kill me, darlin’,” Josh said with a sigh.
“What’s she doing? I’m going to need a play by play. It’s a good twenty minutes back into town,” Grim groused.
“She’s wriggling on my lap, making my dick so hard I can’t breathe,” Josh explained.
“I didn’t mean to.” She wasn’t sure why she said the words so quickly.
His arms tightened around her, and she felt the most delicious nip to her earlobe. “Now that is a lie, and you need to understand there’s no place for lying here. Lying will prove to me you’re a bad, bad girl.”
His fingers were slipping under the waistband of her jeans. She was the one who couldn’t breathe. “I’m sorry.”
Another nip. “Don’t be sorry. Be honest. Were you trying to get my dick hard?”
“Yes,” she admitted with a gasp as those callused fingers made their way down. Was he going to touch her right here in the truck as they moved down the highway? She’d expected a kiss, but she found her legs spreading, making it easier for him. “I like the way you feel, Joshua.”
He growled against her ear. “That’s what I want to hear. There is no need for you to hide here, girl. There’s zero place for shame between us. You want something, I’ll consider it. You should understand I don’t have a lot of boundaries when it comes to sex.”
“He was raised by the happiest perverts ever,” Grim said with a chuckle. “So he means that.”
She wondered what it would have been like to be raised in a family like Josh’s. They would have been hard working and likely not had a ton of money, but they would have had each other. Ranching was hard work, and having two husbands to count on had probably been wonderful for Abigail Barnes, though she would have worked hard, too.
Would hard work be okay if you loved the people you worked with? Worked for?
Micah hadn’t worked a day in his life. She was done with rich boys, and Josh and Grim seemed to be from a completely different world. Her husband certainly wouldn’t have taken time to ensure her pleasure.
“Stop it,” Josh whispered. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop. You stay here in the moment with me. There’s nothing outside the cab of this truck. There’s nothing to worry about because all that matters is here and now.”
Here and now seemed pretty nice. She let the thoughts fly away and concentrated on the feel of Josh’s hand skimming over her skin, the way his breath felt against her ear, the low, deep tone of his voice.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Up ahead Grim groaned but kept his eyes resolutely on the road.
She did as Josh commanded because there was no way that had been a question. But it was okay because she believed him when he told her all he needed was a no to stop everything. She was in control. She was never in control. Her life felt like a runaway roller coaster that kept plunging downward. There had been no choices to be made that didn’t send her deeper and deeper into despair.
But this, oh this felt like joy.
“Hold still,” Josh whispered. “Do you want me to touch you?”
He was touching her, but she did want it to continue. “Yes.”
“Yes, Josh or yes, Sir.”
Now she knew exactly what his kink was, and her heart rate ticked up. She’d never once had a lover who wanted to… What did they call it? Play. She’d never played. She’d had two whole lovers in her life, and one had been okay and one had been utterly thoughtless. “Yes, Josh. I want you to touch me.”
“Do you want me to rub your little clit and get that sweet pussy all hot and wet?”