Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
I hold her gaze through her shuddering release, through the blood rushing in my ears. She cries out. Her head falls back. Her nails dig into his scarred flesh, and her thighs clench around his wrist.
As he fingers her through the orgasm, my cock throbs, thickening further, dripping with the need to explode.
It’s weird watching them together but also wildly arousing. I prefer to watch rather than be watched, but I’ll have to get used to all of it if we’ll be sharing her…forever.
She slowly catches her breath. Then they both turn to me.
“I want you on your hands and knees, sucking me off,” I rasp, “while he fucks you from behind.”
We did it that way the first time, but it was me doing the fucking.
I have no idea what I’m doing. When we’re together like this, I rely on instinct and try to keep my thoughts out of it.
As he flips her into position with her head over my lap, I let my body take over and sink into the seductive, carnal beauty of mutual, consensual fucking.
It’s the only time I truly let go.
Gripping her gorgeous hair, I guide her head and feed my length down her throat until she gags.
Kody kneels behind her and unsheathes his teeth, scraping them down her spine, surrendering to his innate savagery. He takes his time, playing with her, drawing it out. When he finally impales her on his mammoth dick, she moans around me, completely filled at both ends.
Christ, I feel that. Her tongue. Her heat. Her beautiful desire. She knows how to suck a cock, hollowing her cheeks and taking me as deeply as she can.
“So fucking good, Frankie.” I throw myself into the infinite pleasure of it, into the blissful sounds of three people in love.
The hunger between us, the physical and emotional connection that laces us together, promises this will never end, that we’ll always be good together.
We take her from top to bottom, listening to her whimpers and filling her with our come. Then we trade places and take her again.
The smile she gives us afterward? It breaks like dawn upon the endless night, scattering the shadows and thawing frostbitten skin.
I melt with it, with her, pulling her against me and groaning into her warmth. She caresses her body with mine—her lips, her hair, her nipples. She’s so soft and lush, gliding over my chest.
“Not finished with you.” I tongue her lips and taste her breath.
“Join me in the shower.” With a wink, she pushes off me and struts out of the sauna, gloriously nude.
Kody and I share a look.
A million tasks demand attention, yet only one holds true significance.
Everything else can wait until tomorrow.
One month later, the hills begin to thaw.
Rain and meltwater seep into the soil, carrying away not just the bulk of the snow but the imagined scents and sights of a spring that cannot find its way here.
Instead of the delicate flutter of butterflies on the breeze and the sweet aroma of blueberries ripening under the sun, the tundra rolls out a squelching carpet of cold mud, slush, and dread.
Sweaty, nail-biting dread.
My skin drips with it as Leo maneuvers the Turbo Beaver over the icy muck and attempts the impossible.
“Come on, Leo. You’ve got this.” Kody sits beside me on the front porch steps, elbows braced on spread knees and dark eyes tracking his brother with unwavering focus. “Easy does it. Don’t force it.”
“I can’t watch.” I bury my face in his arm as the knots in my stomach pull tighter. “Tell me when it’s over.”
He grips my waist and effortlessly lifts me, setting me on his lap. His gaze remains fixed on the plane’s movements as he tucks me close to his chest, his heart a grounding rhythm against my ear.
“Nothing’s going to happen.” His fingers weave through my hair in soothing strokes. “He’ll master this like he masters everything else.”
“With his fists?”
“Christ, I hope not.”
We have one shot at this escape. If he hurts himself or the aircraft, we’re fucked.
“All right, Leo. Deep breath. This is it.” His concern for his brother and the anxiety lacing his words turn my neck.
Across the field, Leo accelerates. The plane lurches awkwardly, its movements a series of rapid, jerky hops that shake the steel frame.
“Oh, God.” My heart can’t take it, yet I’m transfixed, unable to look away.
Clutching Kody’s shirt, I tense with white knuckles and hold my breath until Leo finally rolls to a safe stop.
Almost immediately, he springs forward again, rounding into a tight circle and setting up for another try.
“Remember the wind. Watch the gauges. Do it just like we talked about.” Kody’s fingers gently comb through my hair, his focus split between comforting me and cheering on his brother.
Leo’s next attempt at lifting off is premature. The Beaver barely grazes the tundra before thumping back down, a misguided leap rather than a flight.