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)
I can feel them. Both of them. Their huge, hard cocks inside me, sliding back and forth, redefining ecstasy with every stroke.
The way they held me when I first got here … like I was unspeakably precious. And that’s how I feel now.
Precious.
The pleasure swamping me peaks, and I let out a gasping sob as I come again, convulsing around their cocks. I don’t know what it is, but clamping down on both of them makes my orgasms so much more intense and long lasting.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
“We won’t, baby.”
I come, and come, and come, until at last they speed up, and I come again, crying out, gripping them for all I’m worth, and finally they both bury themselves inside me and let go, their cocks pulsing endlessly, filling me up.
We cuddle together, all of us on our sides, arms and legs entwined. As the afterglow slowly ebbs away, I start to feel cold and wonder, again, what’s wrong with me.
The memory of this will haunt me forever, taunting me with what might have been. Unless I throw away my career and my future and my pride, and ask them to take me back.
Would it be worth it?
AVA
I wander into the kitchen, smiling, feeling as lazy as one of Lexy’s cats. My men were even more attentive than usual this morning.
When my phone rings, I pull it from the pocket of my robe and see it’s Lexy calling. “Hey girl,” I answer.
“Hey, Ava. Have you got a minute?”
Uh-oh. Not one of our usual social calls. “Sure,” I say, and go out to our living room, curling up in one of the overstuffed chairs there. “What’s up?”
There’s a pause before she says, “Kai and Gage think that maybe Ember’s involved with her men at the shop. Despite what she told us at lunch that day.”
My stomach clenches. “Why do they think that?” I ask carefully.
“Based on some things the men said when they stopped by the main shop, and the way that they said them. They sounded very protective of Ember, and said that one of their female clients was jealous of her.”
Oh, crap. “Is she in trouble?”
My anxiety must come through. There’s another pause before Lexy says gently, “She’s not in trouble if it’s serious between them, and not just flouting the rules. I wondered if, maybe, she’d said something to you.”
“She did,” I admit. Promising Ember I won’t go running to Lexy with her secrets is one thing, but outright lying for her is another. I can’t do that.
“And is it serious?”
“It is for her. She’s not sure if it is for them. I have to tell you, though, that she knows it’s against the rules and is eaten up with guilt. She feels terrible about it, like she’s letting Kai and Gage down after they’ve given her such a great opportunity.”
“She didn’t tell me because she didn’t want to put me on the spot,” Lexy guesses.
“Exactly.” I hesitate, then, “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to talk to my men, and hopefully we can work this all out. I know they’ve been happy with Ember’s work, and I don’t think she’d break the rules for no reason.”
“I don’t either.”
“Okay. Talk to you soon, chica. Have a good day.”
“You too.”
I hang up and head back to the kitchen. It’s definitely time for one of my calming teas. I fill up my electric kettle and switch it on, hoping as hard as I can that I haven’t gotten Ember in trouble.
GRIFFIN
I bring my guitar to the shop. It’s probably a weird thing to do, but I don’t care.
Zeb and Frank told me what happened when Ember came over. I don’t blame them at all, but at the same time I’m insanely jealous that I missed it.
But the fact that it happened tells me that Ember isn’t over us, just like we’re not over her. And that gives me hope. And determination.
None of her usual button-down lunch dates have come in, and that gives me courage too. It would be awful if she started seeing other guys again, and we had to endure seeing them with her.
At closing time, I tell the other guys to leave without me, and I bring the guitar out from where I stowed it in the back. When Ember sees it, her expression is a mix of worry and anticipation.
“Got another song for you,” I tell her.
“Griffin—”
“Just listen, okay?”
She presses her lips together, but doesn’t protest.
The first song I wrote for her was jaunty, lighthearted. This one is slow, soft, soulful. And a little bit scary to sing, because the lyrics are not at all funny. She deserves all the honesty I can give her.
I strum a few chords, then start picking out the background. After a few bars, I let my voice join in.
Baby
One look at your face and I’m so happy