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)
“You are with both of us. Make no doubt about it, and now we’re going to start to show you what that means,” Josh promised. His body was muscled from years of working on a ranch. He wasn’t a gym guy. He’d earned that body with daily manual labor, something that set him apart from the rich people she’d known before.
In her head she knew rich people were like everyone else. There were good and bad. It just took her soul a minute to catch up. Still, it was easy to shove it aside while looking at those notches on Josh’s hips. His hand sat on her belly, playing with the ropes that held her tight.
“Turn her over for me,” Grim commanded as he walked back into the room. He’d ditched his shirt and jeans, getting down to his boxers, though his cock was starting to poke out of them. He held a plastic thing in his hand.
Yep, he was about to shove that up her backside.
She felt like Alice in a kinky Wonderland.
Josh easily lifted her up, and she found herself on her belly, cheek against the soft comforter. He gripped her hips with both hands. “Bend your knees. We’re going to bring you up to the edge of the bed so Grim can get you ready. The rope will help you keep the plug in. An hour or so today, and then we’ll work you up to a bigger plug.”
Because she was going to take a cock in her ass. Cocks. Their cocks. She wrapped her brain around the idea as Josh maneuvered her into position, the ropes tightening as he folded her in half. She was on her knees, her arms in front of her, ass in the air.
She was so vulnerable. So open to them. In this position she could feel the rope against her asshole, slightly scraping against the tender flesh.
She flushed as Josh moved in behind her and pushed the rope aside, revealing her tight hole.
She was tied up and men were touching her in a place she never would have imagined, and Nic realized she was relaxed. Aroused, but no warning bells were going off. There was nothing in her brain that even told her she should be on the lookout. She was either completely mad and naïve or they were perfect.
When she felt the warm lube at her hole, she forced herself to breathe.
“Just a little pressure, sweetheart,” Grim was saying. “If it’s too much, let me know.”
Josh climbed on the bed with her, lying down beside her so she could see his handsome face. “It’s not going to be too much. She likes this more than she thought she would. You’re what we call a natural submissive. Very rare to find one out in the wild.”
He was distracting her from the pressure—which was not all that little. As Grim pressed something hard against her, sensation sparked through her, and she wasn’t sure she loved it. It wasn’t pain, but it also wasn’t pleasure. Still, looking at Josh’s gorgeous face made that jangly sensation a distant thing. “Are you calling me feral?”
He grinned, and his hand came out to push back her hair. Then he was simply staring at her like she was a miracle he got to witness. Like she was precious, and he didn’t want to waste a minute of his time with her. “Maybe a little, baby, but you should know I’m good at taking care of strays. I tend to make them mine.”
Grim started to circle her with what felt like the tip of the plug. He gently pressed in and rotated, gaining ground with each pass. “He’s talking about me. You should know he’s kind of a possessive bastard.”
“I take what’s mine,” Josh insisted, his eyes still on her.
“You do, brother,” Grim replied quietly. “I think I might get possessive of this one, too.”
They were talking about her like she wasn’t lying there with her ass in the air listening to them. Except all of their physical attention was on her, of course. This was what it would be like to be with these men. She would be at the center. They would work together to bring her pleasure and comfort. These weren’t men who would expect her to take care of them. She would. She would do it because she wanted to, not because that was what they demanded of her.
You can’t even cook. What the hell good are you? If my brother hadn’t…
The episode flashed through her. It had been a night not too long after they’d been married. He’d been drunk and he’d railed at her, stopping himself only when he’d mentioned his brother. Then he’d walked out, and she hadn’t seen him for days.
“Hey, wherever you are, come back to me, Nic. Come back to us,” Josh whispered.