Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“A walk on the beach?” Alex says.
Brett nods. “Yeah. Out of earshot would be good.”
The four of us step out the front door of the mansion and walk in silence along the concrete pathway leading to the beach. As we walk onto the soft sand, a chilling wind sweeps over us as the ocean roars softly in the background.
Brett shoves his hands into his pockets, his face hard and unreadable under the dim moonlight.
“Well,” I say, “get on with it, Brett.”
He draws in a deep breath and clears his throat. “Rachel and Ginger aren’t coming back.”
River rubs his jawline. This probably affects him the most, as he had his eye on Rachel the first night. His only dates have been with Misty, so he hasn’t made a connection with any of the others. I feel for him.
“So you got in touch with them?” I ask.
He nods. “As we already knew, Rachel left the hospital against medical advice, and Ginger went with her. I had their contact information, thanks to Evangeline, and I called Ginger’s cell phone. To my astonishment, she actually answered.”
“I can’t blame them for bailing,” Alex says. “Rachel nearly lost her life.”
Brett nods. “I wouldn’t blame them either.” He pauses a moment. “If that were the reason they aren’t returning.”
“So they decided to do the lesbian thing,” I say. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Brett shakes his head. “That’s not it either, though they may be exploring a relationship. I didn’t ask as it’s none of my business.”
“Why then?” River demands. “Why aren’t they coming back?”
Brett runs a hand over his face, his gaze drifting out to the crashing waves. He looks back at us, his eyes hard and serious. “They’ve both received threats. Anonymous letters telling them to leave…or else.”
“Or else?” River repeats, his voice low and dangerous. “Threats to do what?”
Brett shakes his head. “I don’t know. Ginger wouldn’t say anything else, no matter how hard I prodded her. Only that it was enough for them both to feel unsafe.”
EPISODE 124
WHY CHOOSE?
Ariel
Marc’s words, raw and unfiltered, send a jolt through my core.
You taste like forbidden fruit. I can’t wait to taste between your legs. And when I’m done? I’m going to watch while Zion shoves his big cock into your hot pussy.
A wave of heat sweeps over me before a strange calm settles in. This isn’t just about me. This is about them too, their desires mingled with mine.
Zion chuckles, a low, husky sound. “You’re tempting me into cutting this short, Marc. I might have to fuck that sweet little cunt right now, hard and fast.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, my voice shaky but full of determination. I need this. I need them. I may not want a threesome with the billionaires, but I’m all for this experience, and I want us to take our time.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Zion replies, his lips brushing against my skin. “I’m going to take my time before I thrust into you, Ariel.”
Marc pushes his hardness against my belly and captures my lips in another searing kiss as he slides his hands down to cup my breasts. The touch is tantalizing yet gentle. He strokes my nipples, pinching lightly and making me gasp into his mouth. With his other hand, he explores my body, tracing my hips and sliding down my thighs, setting my skin on fire like the sun scorching the Alabama summer sky.
Zion moves lower, tracing his tongue from my lower back, down the cleft of my ass, and lower still. I moan as he slides his tongue through my wet and ready pussy.
One set of hands on my breasts, another on the juncture between my thighs. Lips on mine, another set between my legs. So many sensations that I can barely tell where one ends and the other begins. Everything is hot and wet and intense.
Marc breaks the kiss, but keeps his forehead against mine. His breath comes in guttural grunts that mirror the rhythm of Zion’s exploring tongue. He whispers words that I half-hear, half-feel as lazily traces circles around my hard nipples.
I move with both of them, pushing into Marc’s hands while arching back into Zion’s mouth. A low, desperate sound bubbles up from my throat. I want more, so much more. But I also want this moment to last, to stretch into infinity. Who knows when I may experience anything like this again?
Marc kisses me again, swallowing my cries. He twists his fingers in my hair, angling my head for a deeper kiss, one that makes my toes damned near curl.
“Look at you,” Marc murmurs against my lips, his voice rich with the same need that vibrates through me. “Such a greedy little thing.”
Zion chuckles. It hums against my flesh and sends a tremor through me that makes my knees buckle. Only their firm hold on me keeps me standing as Zion pulls away and rises, moving his hands to where his mouth left off.