Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you in my bed, remembering the way you swallowed my cock? I want you there again. Sprawled all over my fucking bed, flushed and fucking exhausted, and your pretty little cunt dripping all over the damn sheets.” His growls only get dirtier, and he lets go of one of my wrists so he can palm my breast. His weight on me is pure heat. His words drive me almost as crazy as his thick cock does.
I explode just before him. Coming for a second time as he leans in and presses deep. I quiver around him, my whole body squeezing his cock like I'm trying to milk him dry, and then he swells and groans. That delicious thickness pulses hot in me while I squeeze his ass with my heels. I swear I can feel every little flex, every throb of blood pushing through his shaft, and let myself fantasize about taking him without that thin layer of rubber, how good it would feel.
Just the thought sets off an aftershock. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, clawing him while he fucks the last of his orgasm into me. I'm weightless, seeing stars and gasping for breath. We stay still for a long moment, frozen in shared pleasure, but eventually it has to end. He pulls himself out, and now that I'm coming back to reality, I’m shocked at how wild he made me. How eager I was to throw caution to the wind. I need to be careful with them because I’m not sure I can trust myself.
We catch our breaths gradually, slowly. I start looking for my clothes, which are scattered all over the living room. He looks like a porn star, cleaning up and tucking himself back into his jeans.
“What do you think? Was one enough or do you need the combo pack?” Scrapper teases, still just a little out of breath. But his grin is mischievous.
I’m pretty sure he’s just joking, but it worries me. “Listen, is this going to cause problems? I know you guys are pretty casual about sex.” And yeah, thinking about that hurts a little. “But I don’t want to cause any trouble between you.”
He stops me with a finger on my lips. “Fuck no. They’re my brothers in everything but blood. There’s no room for jealousy unless we start acting like assholes. What you and me do is between us, and what you do with them is the same. Of course, if you want to tell me about it in detail while I fuck that hot little pussy of yours, you’ll get no objections from me.”
I laugh, feeling a little relieved. It's not like anyone has said anything about commitment, but it's starting to feel a little more real than just hooking up at a party. “Am I imagining things? There’s something between us, right?”
“What do you mean?” He kisses my shoulder.
“I’m not trying to be clingy, I swear. I just feel like the way you guys are treating me is special. I think…” I swallow hard, worried about what he’s going to say but needing to make it clear so my heart doesn’t end up biker roadkill. “I think you need to tell me if this is just sex and doesn’t mean anything, because I’ve never done anything like this before, and I don’t want to read something into it that isn’t there.”
The way he smiles when he hears that makes my heart flip. “Nah, you aren’t imagining anything. We like you. I really fucking like you, but I think that's true for the guys as well.”
“You’re not messing around with anyone else?” I ask, staring at my hands.
“Nobody else.” He crooks his pinky around mine. “Nobody else until we see where this is going. But that goes for you, too. Me, Mack and Reaper? We have an understanding. You get the urge to scratch an itch that one of us can’t reach? Let’s just say that you hold that guy’s life in your hands because we don’t fucking share.”
“Yeah you do,” I say with a grin. “Really well, actually.”
He smacks my ass. “Smart ass, you know what I mean.”
“You’ll call if you find anything out, right?”
“You'll be the first to hear. Kiss for good luck?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, dragging me right up against his still bare chest, and kissing me like he's trying to drain my soul. He's so good at that.
And that's when Meghan walks in together with Carrie. They stop and stare. Our clothes are back on—mostly—but it’s not hard to tell that something was just happening. Cassie’s lips pull tight and she gives Meghan a look before stalking into her room.
“That’s my call to get outta here,” says Scrapper with a laugh. He winks at Meghan, then pulls his shirt over his head as he walks by. “See you soon, Mila.”