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)
“I think she can handle more,” he says, his fingers teasing my wet folds.
“Oh, we’re going to give you more,” Marc promises against my ear, his hot breath sending another rippling wave of desire through me.
Zion moves away for a moment, and I whimper at the loss. But he’s back in a flash, and he traces cold trails over my back with an ice cube. The chill is a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, but it only heightens the ever-growing need within me.
Marc now kneads my breasts, each firm squeeze in sync with the teasing twirls of Zion’s fingers. This blend of contrasting sensations sends my mind spinning.
Underneath their touch, I’m becoming a live wire of need and desire.
Zion moves away once more, and this time, I hear him ripping open a condom.
He did promise to fuck me. Or rather Marc said he would.
Does it even matter?
All I know is I want it. I want Zion to fuck me. I want Marc to fuck me.
I want them both.
Zion returns to his position behind me, his now naked chest flush against my back, his arousal pressing against my buttocks. I shiver as he teases my folds, smears his tip in my wetness. My breath hitches when he slowly pushes inside me, stretching me.
Marc captures one of my nipples between his teeth, lightly nipping and sending bolts of pleasure straight to where Zion is penetrating me. With his other hand, Marc wanders down my body until he reaches the junction of my thighs. He slips two fingers alongside Zion’s length, stroking me in time with Zion’s thrusts.
My knees buckle from the overwhelming pleasure, but the two men hold me up, their hands gripping tight to keep me standing. Zion’s pace is relentless—deep, powerful thrusts that nudge at a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. Meanwhile, Marc is relentless as well, his fingers finding a rhythm in tandem with Zion’s movements. He leaves my nipple and trails a path of kisses down my belly until he comes face to face with Zion’s thrusting length.
Marc tilts his head, his blue gaze meeting mine. His eyes are full of promise. With a wicked grin, he lowers his mouth.
“Oh!” I cry out as Marc laps at my clit with his tongue while Zion continues to fuck me. I throw back my head as the climax rolls through me, sending shock waves ping-ponging through every part of me.
“That’s it,” Zion says against my neck. “Enjoy it, baby. You like me fucking you, don’t you? You like Marc’s mouth on that hot cunt of yours.”
I can’t answer them. I can only moan as they continue. Zion’s thrusts become more erratic, and as my climax starts to wane, I feel his coming.
“Fuck!” he roars as he plunges deep into me.
As Marc brings his mouth back to my nipple, Zion slows his movements before pulling out completely.
I draw in a breath, my body still tingling, but in a flash, Marc replaces Zion at my entrance. I’m not sure when they discarded their clothes, but who cares? Marc’s size is a stark contrast to Zion’s—longer but not as thick—yet every bit as fulfilling. He thrusts in slowly, while Zion takes his place at my front.
Zion crushes his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue between my lips as Marc finds his rhythm inside my pussy.
And within another minute, I’m soaring to the stars a second time.
“That’s it, Ariel,” Marc says against my neck as he thrusts. “You come for us. For both of us. You’re going to come all night for us.”
EPISODE 125
STEALTH
River
Twenty Years Earlier…
“We’ve been through it enough,” Brett continues. “We don’t have any more time to gather our wits. We’ve got to go now.”
He’s right. Sebastian and Jake’s tardiness means we don’t have the few extra minutes to go through everything.
It’s now or never.
So it’s now.
We all have our jobs to do. In my pocket is a syringe filled with ketamine that I pilfered from the veterinarian’s bag when he was out at the ranch checking out some of our animals.
I nod at Brett. His blue eyes are steely with determination. We’re all ready for this, but on Brett’s face, I don’t see even a speck of apprehension. The rest of us? We’re a little anxious, but not Brett.
My job is to go into Old Man Larson’s house first and inject him with the drug, which will keep him out while the rest of the guys do their respective jobs. That’s my only function. Watching the old man and making sure he stays unconscious, or at least delirious. I volunteered for it. I know how to do things quietly. Growing up on a ranch taught me how to move with the stealth to calm a spooked animal. I can become one with the night if I have to. I’m the only one of the five of us who can handle Larson in this way.