Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I totally get why Ellie fell for her stepbrothers in this situation. Three men tick so many more boxes than one man ever could.
But this situation is different, isn’t it?
How? My mind whispers in a way I can’t ignore as I touch Blake’s heaving shoulders. He blinks his eyes that are usually pale as polished silver, but are now almost entirely obliterated by dark pupils, blown wide with arousal.
“Fuck, Gabriella,” he mutters as the hand still cupping his cock stills. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I say. “It really was. You Nowaks really know how to rock a girl’s world.”
“That’s good to know my brothers haven’t been letting the side down.”
“Not at all.”
I reach down to pick up my clothing so I can dress, but Blake makes a soft tutting noise. “There’s no way you’re covering up all this goodness right now.” His hands skim the air on either side of my body, making exaggerated curvy shapes. “After all that, I want some cuddle time.”
“Cuddle time?” I raise my eyebrows, surprised that big, tough, tattooed Blake is such a softy. If any one of the brothers was going to ask for affection time after sex, I would have expected it to be Dalton.
“Yeah. You know. The chill relaxing part after sex. Did my brothers not handle that part?”
I shrug and purse my lips. “To be fair to them, Kain’s time was interrupted by the kitchen timer, and Dalton had a short window before my mom was going to be home.”
Blake jumps onto the bed, bouncing comically on his knees. “Guess I got the best slot.”
Holding his hand out, he beams like an overgrown kid reaching for an adult-sized ice cream.
I climb next to him, and he hooks me with his big arm, settling my head in the nook of his shoulder. His skin is so warm, fragranced with my shower products and etched with intricate swirls of black. I follow them with my fingers, and watch as goosebumps break out in their wake.
“This is nice,” he says softly. “A little weird, too.”
I know what he means, but I still ask “Why?”
“I remember sneaking into your room when we were kids. Sometimes you’d be happy to see us, and sometimes you’d scream, remember?”
“I was always happy to see you,” I say softly. “I just wasn’t always up for dealing with the bullshit Travis tended to encourage.”
“Yeah. He had a thing for annoying you,” Blake admits. “But he was always watching out for you. I guess that’s a sibling bond.”
“Maybe,” I say. “He hasn’t called me since he left for Germany. The bond has taken a bit of a beating.”
“He loves you,” Blake says firmly, squeezing me closer. “He’s just overwhelmed with his new life.”
“Would you call your brothers if you were overseas?”
“Depends what I was doing and when I was planning on coming home.”
“Seriously.” I look up, finding him staring up at my cracked ceiling. “You guys have always been thick as thieves. I can’t imagine a time when you weren’t living in each other’s pockets.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean. Some of our friends think we’re weird.”
I frown, shifting so I’m closer to his face and I can get a better view of his expressions.
“In what way?”
“Just that we’re so close.” He shrugs his other shoulder. “I mean, if we told people about this deal with you, they’d most likely think we were freaks, and not the sexy kind!”
“Even after the Ellie, Colby, Micky, and Seb situation?”
“Yeah. One group love situation doesn’t break the prejudice.”
“I guess.”
“Anyway, you don’t have to worry about that. We won’t tell anyone about the deal. It’s just between us.” When Blake presses a soft kiss to my forehead and strokes his thumb over my cheek, I believe what he says. It’s not that I’m ashamed about what we’re doing. Not really. I’ve never been the kind of girl to have hang-ups about sex and relationships. It’s just that the more people who know, the more likely it is that Travis will find out.
With my mind drifting, I glance down, finding Blake’s cock is hard and his piercing is there. I just have to ask about it.
“What made you want to do that to yourself?”
He laughs, a full-bellied chuckle that makes me giggle too. “You make it sound like I signed up to torture myself.”
“Didn’t you? I mean, I can’t imagine that someone made a hole through your cock without it causing any pain.”
“It hurt but the pain doesn’t last. The wound heals over and what’s left is worth it. Haven’t you ever thought about getting some ink or more piercings?” He touches my earlobe where my tiny diamond studs are glinting and trails his finger to my navel, swirling around the jeweled stud.
“I’ve thought about getting a tattoo, but my mom wouldn’t be happy.”
“You’re a big girl now, Gabriella. You’re going to do lots of things that your mom isn’t happy about.” He grins, taking my hand and pressing it around his hardening cock to perfectly illustrate his point.