Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Hyde spills between her fingers, dripping cum all over the floor as he suckles noisily on her nipple. I find Lory's clit and use two fingers to strum it hard, forcing an orgasm from her that clenches her pussy so tightly I have to stop thrusting, but not for long. This pleasure is mine, and I'm taking it.
There was a time when I was free when I'd sit on the roof of the building I was living in, smoking and looking at the stars, contemplating a better life elsewhere. It was nothing but a pipedream. Who did I think I was, dreaming about a better place overseas when I couldn't get my shit together where I was? But as I spill out all my pleasure into Lory, throbbing deep inside her, that sky flashes in the darkness behind my eyelids, and all those dreams come pouring back.
I’m a different man now—one who has faced the darkest depths and emerged with the resolve seen the worst and wants something better.
I trust these men with my life, and now we may have found a woman who can bind us together. Three dark planets orbiting a single glittering star.
We could revolve around her like this, captivated by her beauty, her kindness, her unwavering loyalty, and her incredible strength. We could be everything she needs to shine brightly in a world that seeks to snuff out any kind of contentment.
But baring our souls right now won’t help Lory, and it certainly won’t help us. If she cries or clings to us in desperation, I won’t have the strength to let her go. It’s easier to keep our distance now and pick up the pieces later when we’re free to make everything whole again.
Even if it’s not the right way, it’s the only way. Because seeing her in pain would shatter me, and I have to be strong to face whatever is coming.
20
LORY
PAPER ROSE
There’s something different in the air.
These men have always been intense with me, but now it’s as though they’re trying to make up for time they won’t have. A switch flips, and dread coils low in my belly. Then Rock tugs me onto his chest, kissing my forehead and stroking my face. Kinkaid pulls his dick from where it was buried deep inside me, leaving me suddenly empty until he presses soft kisses to my ass and back, trailing his lips over every bump in my spine. James—as he wants to be called—takes my hand and kisses it across the knuckles like a gentleman from a bygone era, then focuses his sweet attention on the inside of my wrist, where the skin is thin and sensitive.
The sex between us was passionate and all-consuming. There was a brutality about being shared by three big muscular men that should have felt overwhelming but made me secure. When I’m between them and all their attention focuses on me, I feel grounded and powerful in a way I never have. But there was so much more behind their touch that fed my hunger but has left me with a thirst I won’t be able to quench without them.
If we were outside this cage, I suspect they wouldn’t let me go easily.
Do I want them to let me go?
I know I don’t want to leave them. My stupid female brain is attached to them, each in their own unique way. Kinkaid for his protectiveness and steadiness, Rock for his gentleness, and James for his sweet neediness that’s sheltered behind his volatile, tough outer shell. But sex is a funny thing. It bonds women to men in an intense way that isn’t always justified. I don’t think that’s what’s happened here, but how would can I be sure if my brain is pumped with happy mating hormones? When I’m trapped and they’re my only source of safety. We’re all animals, driven by our baser urges and our natural needs.
They’re usually sweet with me after sex, giving me time to come down from my euphoric highs and handle whatever emotions they’ve produced. Today, their petting goes on forever, and rather than letting me drift off into sleep or recover enough to get up, their touches and kisses make me needy all over again. I’m dripping cum and a little sore from taking so much dick, but none of that affects my body’s response to these men.
“Mmmm,” I moan as Kinkaid’s fingers slide between my legs. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to work me up all over again.”
I catch a loaded look passing between Rock and James that exacerbates my dread about what’s going on. Do they know something I don’t? Is Grady coming for me soon?
What’s waiting for me on the outside is overwhelming. I’ll have the money I need to help Kennedy, but traveling so far alone and dealing with the fallout of the end of her relationship is daunting. Here, I have three men to look out for my well-being, and they have. More than any man before them.