Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I’m long into my task of cleaning the firearms when someone clears their throat. I blink away my daze, locking my eyes on Clove. The mere sight of her in my T-shirt with her dark hair in disarray has my cock thickening in my cargo pants.
“Morning, Lucky,” I greet, taking a moment to admire the hickeys on her neck. After her bath last night, I brought her back to the master bedroom where Seb had already taken up residence and was sleeping. We made out in the dark like two teenagers. Then, I sucked on her neck—marking her because why the hell not?—and fucked her sweet. She fell asleep locked in my arms with my dick nestled inside of her.
“Morning,” she says, flashing me a warm smile before opening a cabinet and standing on her toes to reach for something.
I rake my eyes down her backside, loving the way her ass swells beneath the fabric of the T-shirt. Her legs are bare. Smooth. Tanned. And go on for miles. Even her feet are fucking adorable.
Clove is a walking, talking wet dream.
She sets a bowl on the counter and bites on her bottom lip. I arch a brow in question.
“You, uh…” she trails off and her cheeks turn bright pink. As though she’s shy. I’ve been inside of her now and watched my best friends fuck her. What could she possibly be shy about now?
“Out with it, woman.”
She lets out a nervous laugh. “You…you look super hot right now.”
A chuckle rumbles through me. “Sorry to break your heart, beautiful, but my hands are all dirty. You’re going to have to take care of yourself.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “You’re not going to fuck me?”
I pick up the suppressor and drop some oil onto it before cleaning it with a cloth. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you. Every day if I can make that happen. But right now,” I growl, lifting my eyes to meet hers. “Right now, Lucky, you’re going to fuck yourself.”
Pretty, plump pink lips part in response.
“Sit on the island and face me. I want to see what you get up to,” I order, plunking the suppressor down on the wood table. “Come on. Show me what you’ve got.”
She regards me with such an innocent look, but then it darkens as she finds her resolve. Her hips sway in a way that makes my dick respond with a jerk as she makes her way to the island. With her backside pressed to the edge, she grabs the counter and then hoists herself up.
Using my chamber brush that’s in my hand, I wave it like a wand back and forth, indicating she needs to part her thighs. Her nostrils flare, but she obeys.
“My panties are still on,” she says as though that will get her out of her task.
“Guess you’ll have to get creative.” I smirk at her. “Lose the shirt, though, Lucky.”
She pulls off the material and tosses it to the floor. Her pale flesh is bruised on her hips and delicate neck. I may be responsible for the hickeys on her neck, but the ones on her hips are most definitely from Zac.
“What now?” she asks, dropping her gaze to the floor. Her dark hair falls in curtains around her face and over her full breasts that beg to be tasted.
“Forget I’m here. Do what feels good. Pretend you’re alone.”
Her brows furl together before she regards me with a troubled look. “I don’t like being alone.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. The urge to protect her, even from loneliness, is overwhelming.
“Remember not too long ago, before all this”—I wave my chamber brush in the air—“back to when I walked in on Seb in your room?”
Her nostrils flare. “We didn’t do anything.”
“But you wanted to,” I challenge.
“I did,” she breathes.
“So, go back to that day. Touch yourself like you wanted to.”
Her small hand slides between her thighs and her middle finger rubs at her clit over her panties. I groan because she’s so fucking hot. Spreading my legs apart, I lean back in my chair and stare at the delicious wet spot that now darkens her pink panties.
“Show me how wet you are,” I growl, my eyes focused on her pussy.
She slips her hand into her panties and her knuckle pushes up the fabric as she seeks entrance into her pussy. A small gasp escapes her.
“One finger won’t do, Lucky.”
Her honey brown eyes dart to mine. “Two?”
“Three. Fuck all three until you’re nice and juicy. Then show me.”
She furrows her brows as she focuses on her task at hand. Literally. A whimper squeaks out of her. I sort of feel like a dick because I know she’s sore. But if she’s going to carry on a sexual relationship with four men all at once, then she’s going to have to train her cunt to take four dicks like a champ.