Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
We drive in, muscles flexing, blood roaring, sweat slicking across all three of us. We grind into her, pumping in and out, fucking her like possessed rabid animals. She writhes between us, cries of pleasure exploding through us, and suddenly, it’s all I can take.
Fuck.
I groan, driving in deep, and I just let go. My cum explodes out of me, pumping so fucking deep into her ass. Rope after thick rope of it filling her to the brim. Roarke follows me right over, roaring as he buries his cock in that slick little pussy and lets go. I can feel him pulsing inside of her as he pumps her full of his sticky load, and Candice screams as she tumbles over with us.
Her hands claw at our muscles, her head twists, kissing me, and then Roarke, and then just moaning as the tremors thunder through her. And then, we collapse, all of us in a heap on that bed, panting for air.
My heart races. My pulse is like a fucking jet engine.
…That was too long. Too long waiting for that with her. But it was worth it. And oh, it's about to be so worth the wait.
We pull her into us, Roarke on one side, me other the other. She’s trembling, shaking, shivering, and gasping for air. Her eyes are squeezed shut, likes she’s not ready for reality yet. We let her be, stroking her skin, kissing her neck, her cheeks, until finals, she takes a breath, and her eyes open.
“Fuck, we missed you.”
The words tumble from my lips, and I watch as hers twist into a smile.
“I missed you too,” she whispers back.
“So fucking much, baby,” Roarke groans, kissing her.
She moans softly into his mouth, turning and doing the same to me as her lips melt to mine.
“Now? Is it time?”
I nod, smiling. “Yeah.”
Now it's time for part two of our little plan.
8
Candice
I want to be there forever, laying between them. But we have a job to do. And it can’t wait. Because it’s all led to this moment, right now.
All of it.
“A virgin, huh?”
I blush as Roarke rolls his eyes.
“Seriously?”
“What? Too much? I mean aside from you two I am.”
Jensen chuckles. “Yeah, but I think we’ve both been inside you enough times to deflower you a half million times.”
“What, you said you wanted to role play more.” I roll my eyes at him. “You really gonna give me shit for that, mister ‘escaped mental institute convict’?”
He grins, and Roarke laughs.
“You liked that, huh? Cost us a bundle to get that hacker kid to put up that fake news site. I think it was a nice touch though.”
“I think Laurel downstairs about peed her pants.”
Jensen grins. “Then it worked perfectly.”
I smile, turning and kissing him slowly.
How about a story? How about the story of five people who grew up together in the same shit neighborhood, in the same shit mining town. With the same types of shit parents. Five kids who came from nothing, and found each other. Five friends who became a family, who helped each other do everything a real family normally does.
Five people who all found love in ways they never expected to.
Roarke, Jensen, the twins—Evan and Ellen—and me.
Like I said, we came from nothing. We had families that either left, ignored, or in Roarke’s case, flat-out abused them. It happened piecemeal but slowly, we came together. Roarke moved in with Jensen and his mom after his dad finally got locked up, after years of beating on Roarke. Then Jensen’s mom took off for good with one of her junky boyfriends, and it was just the two of them. When my dad died after years getting poisoned down in the mine, it was Jensen and Roarke who lived down the street who took me in. Both older than me by a few years, and both fiercely protective of me.
We grew close. We grew really close, and then, we realized it was love. Even if we knew it shouldn’t be. Or couldn’t be. And maybe normally, for most people, it couldn’t. But it worked for us.
Then there’s Evan and Ella. Their mom had passed years before, and when their dad ran off, well, they became part of our little family too. They were also older than me, but smart as whips. Ellen especially. So while I was finishing school, and while Jensen and Roarke were working, supporting all of us, the twins applied to colleges.
And they made it. They got in. To Anderson University. Right here.
But, this place is what it is, and they were marked the second they landed. The poor kids. The trash. The “handout” students getting full rides. They didn’t have the cool cars, or any car, for that matter. They didn’t have the nice new clothes. But they tried. Evan went out for the football team and made it. And Ellen, poor Ellen, made the mistake of joining Sigma.