Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Except, not all the guys were gone. Ash sat leaned back on the couch, one foot propped on the coffee table with his bass in his lap.
“Hey, lovebirds. Nice dress, Nova,” he greeted, looking me up and down.
“Hey. I thought you were going to that party?” Parker asked, struggling to not sound disappointed.
“I did. And it was lame. Oren and Brogan left to chase some pussy, and I wasn’t feeling it. So here I am.”
“If only everyone knew, the party animal, Ash Finch, would rather lounge back with his bass over some pussy.” I sighed dramatically, and his brows shot up over me saying pussy.
“Let’s keep it our little secret.”
“Deal.”
“So, how goes dating life?” he asked, turning his attention back to his bass. “Based on the sounds coming from your bunk every night, you guys obviously enjoy each other.”
My eyes shot wide, and my face flamed. “Oh, my god. I’m so sorry,” I muttered through my hands covering my face. Of course, they had to know and hear, but no one ever said anything to make me confront the moans and whimpers Parker pulled out of me.
“Don’t be. I basically jerk off to you coming every night.”
My hands dropped along with my jaw. He took me in from the corner of his eyes, the dark smirk in place.
Parker apparently didn’t have any of the shock rendering me speechless. “Oh, man, Nova will eat that up,” he muttered.
“What?” Ash asked, his hands stalling over the strings.
“Yeah, Supernova here likes porn—specifically exhibitionism,” he announced, stepping up behind me.
“Parker,” I gasped.
Ash shifted his full attention to me, the dark pools of his eyes swirling with who knew what. Sin. Dark promises. “Oh, yeah?”
“It’s just Ash,” Parker explained. He slid his hands to my hips to soothe me, and I realized he was right. It was just Ash, and honestly, in the small bus, my fantasy might have been the tamest among the guys.
“Yeah. Just me.” Ash set his bass aside and rose from the couch, prowling closer like a panther to close the distance between him and his prey. “And if you ever want to fulfill this fantasy—I’d happily be the man to play the role.”
Parker’s hands squeezed tight at Ash’s suggestion. I was sure he was taunting, teasing—being typical Ash, but there was also truth behind it. And feeling Parker’s reaction to the suggestion spurred my own, and rather than laughing it off, we let it linger and grow.
The idea swelled, taking me over.
I met Ash’s gaze, stepping to the edge of his darkness, the promise lapping at my toes like waves on a shore, begging me to come in. My nipples hardened at the thought.
Parker pressed his front to my back, his hard length against my ass. A shiver raced down my body when he pressed the gentlest kisses up my neck to nip at my ear.
“What do you think?” he whispered, his breath teasing the hollow of my ear. “You want to let Ash be our voyeur? Want to turn our little game into a reality?”
Ash’s eyes finally freed mine to watch Parker’s hand trail up my stomach to swirl his fingers around my nipple. I clenched my jaw to fight back the whimper, failing when Ash made a show of adjusting his length in his pants.
My head fell back to Parker’s shoulder and rolled to meet his eyes—the pupils almost completely blocking out the brilliant blue. “Do you?” I asked.
He pushed his dick into me harder. “You know I do. But only if you’re okay with it—only if it turns you on.”
Closing my eyes, I took stock of my body. My nipples pulled tight and aching. Every time Parker gently brushed them, a string of electricity shot to my core, pulsing with need. Wetness coated my thighs, and I ached to feel anything between them to ease the building need. Did I want this?
Yes.
Did I want it with Ash?
I met his eyes again for only a moment—but a moment was all I needed. With Parker’s arms around me, the answer was easy.
Yes.
I rolled my hips, biting Parker’s chin. “You know it does.” He groaned, his muscles tightening behind me like an animal ready to pounce. “No sex,” I clarified before we got too far into the moment.
“No sex,” he agreed. His hand shifted from my hip to between my legs, cupping me, looking directly to Ash. “This is mine.”
“Fair enough,” Ash agreed. “Maybe just a taste?”
“She does taste awfully sweet,” Parker murmured against my neck, his hand gently massaging between my legs, inching my dress higher.
Air brushed the wet heat between my legs just before his fingers slid through my folds. I gasped at the swipe and burned with the knowledge that Ash caught his first glimpse of my pussy—that he’d get more than a glance by the end of the night.