Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
In any case, I want to be clear-headed enough to remember every moment of tonight.
My three housemates, however, each down a shot of something strong, and it gives me pause.
“Have you ever done this before—shared a woman?” I ask the room.
Their eyes dart around as they go still. “No,” Griffin says as Zeb shakes his head.
I take in their body language, which is a strange mix of restlessness and caution. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”
Frank sets his empty glass on the coffee table. “This is all about your comfort, Ember.”
Suddenly, I’m aware of the size of these men, and their proximity. I’ve gotten used to both of those things, to a degree, but right now, I feel like a lamb among wolves, or maybe a cupcake being eyed by three giants.
I get the sense that I’m about to be reduced to crumbs, and I’m more than okay with that.
Zeb sinks down onto the couch, grabbing my hand as he sits. “C’mere.” He leads me onto his lap, where I position myself sideways on his knee.
When he cups my face in his big hand and looks into my eyes, a flurry of butterflies are released in my belly. To be this close to him, knowing what’s about to happen next, has me dizzy.
He pulls my head toward his, meeting me halfway, claiming my mouth in a way that’s hungry and possessive and incredibly delicious. He wastes no time getting right to the point, communicating how much he wants me with every twist of his lips and touch of his tongue. His mouth is rich with whiskey and lust, and I can’t get enough.
Though I have no idea how this is all going to work with three of them, especially since they’ve never been together with one woman, all of that is momentarily forgotten as Zeb becomes the only person in the world.
His hands roam my back—no, roam isn’t the right word. He explores me, staking claim to each inch he discovers, and he sets me on fire as effectively as a can of gasoline and a match to kindling.
Overwhelmed with need, I shift to straddle his thighs and find a steel rod beneath his jeans. When I can’t help but grind down on him, his voice rumbles against my cheek. “Ready to ride?”
Biting my lip, I nod.
ZEB
I’m taking advantage of Frank’s sense of chivalry, and Griffin, well, he can wait his fucking turn, because Ember is all mine.
As I reposition her, I tug the bottom of her short skirt up to her hips and rip apart the flimsy strap at her side, tearing her lacy pink underwear off. I’ll buy her a new pair tomorrow.
With her back turned to my chest, I settle her onto my lap and reach around to make sure she’s ready for me.
Some better part of me—not my cock—reminds me to slow the fuck down.
Shielding her bare pussy from my housemates’ greedy eyes, I glide my fingers through her folds. She’s so fucking wet.
I ease one finger inside her, then another. My cock jerks again, desperate to be set free, but I tell it to wait a goddamn minute.
As my thumb draws circles around Ember’s clit, her breathing goes ragged. I reach up under the front of her shirt with my free hand, lift the cups of her bra out of the way, and tease her nipples, tugging and twisting until she turns to putty in my hands, her hips rolling to match my movements as I fuck her with my fingers.
“Oh, yeah, oh god, that feels so good.”
I’ve been aware of the extras in the room, but as Ember starts to lose control, all I care about is her and her pleasure.
My thumb flicks over her clit, fast, as my fingers match that rhythm on her nipples. When my mouth nips at the soft, warm skin at the back of her neck, her back arches, her body tenses, and then she comes apart, the walls of her pussy throbbing around my lucky fingers.
I breathe in the sweet scent of her, trace the pebbled texture of her breast’s hardened peak, and record the desperate sounds of her release in my mind. This is all a part of me now.
She goes limp in my arms, and I support her as she recovers, pressing kisses along the curve of her spine through her shirt.
It’s tough not to carry her off to my bedroom. I really don’t want to share, but unfortunately, that’s not what tonight’s about. Still, sharing Ember is better than not having her at all.
When her breathing slows, I unzip my jeans and lift my hips so I can push them out of the way. Frank tosses a condom packet onto the cushion next to me, so here’s one benefit to sharing—no wasting time digging around in my nightstand for protection.