Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“Cher,” Cowboy groaned, his hands on my hips. I cried out when he filled me completely. His chest was flush against my back. I turned my head, and Cowboy captured my mouth in a soft kiss. Hush moved first, then in an alternate rhythm, so did Cowboy. There was no time to catch my breath. No break, just feeling after feeling of such an impossible high that I never wanted to come back down to earth. I was passed between mouths, lips swelling and tongues tingling as deep kisses were given without condition.
I was adored.
I was worshipped.
I was made to feel worthy.
I whimpered as I felt I couldn’t take anymore. My skin was slick with sweat, slipping like butter between two heavy, ripped bodies. Caged by the two men I loved. Two men who went to the ends of the earth to save me. Risked their lives so they could have me.
The pace increased, breaths coming hard. My pussy and ass started to tighten, ripping rabid groans from both of my men. My arms shook, my hands on the mattress on either side of Hush weakening as the pleasure built. “It feels too good,” I murmured, my voice breaking on a cry. “I’m . . .” I gasped, searching for air. “I’m coming,” I yelled and then stilled, Hush and Cowboy quickening their rhythms as I splintered apart. Two low groans sounded one after the other, then I was filled with warmth, such heat that I felt alive with flames. Hush’s and Cowboy’s grips on my body tightened as they groaned and breathed, coming within me.
I collapsed on Hush. He threaded his hands through my hair, keeping me close to his damp skin. I breathed and breathed until my racing heart began to slow. Cowboy curved around my back, his hands over my waist.
A comfortable silence reigned, wrapping around us like a cocoon. Like I had said to Hush in Louisiana, within these walls, there was no shit talk from anyone about how we loved. No judgment or censure.
This world was ours. Our very own bit of heaven, here on earth.
Breaths evened out, but I knew none of us were asleep. Hush and Cowboy were still stroking my body. They never left me alone, one or both always holding me or kissing me or running their fingers along my skin. I didn’t know such a love could exist. And I had no idea what I’d done to deserve it, but I would never take it for granted. We’d all walked a dark road to get to this place of light.
I smiled, body heat surrounding me. I closed my eyes, content to just be . . . then Hush, with his fingers in my hair, said, “The first whore I ever screwed was at the Hangmen, when we were prospects in New Orleans.” I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. Hush was opening up again. He’d done it frequently over the past few days. Every time he did, I felt another weight lift from his shoulders. When he’d exorcised whatever clawed to be free from his soul, more smiles would grace his face. More laughs would spill from his lips.
And more of my heartbeats would skip.
“I . . . I couldn’t do it.” He let out a self-deprecating laugh. “I was fucking racked with worry about my seizures. Panicked that I might have one mid-fuck and then the prez would find out and kick me the fuck out.”
I kissed his hot skin. “Go on.”
Hush sighed. “Cowboy found out, of course. He knew something was wrong and wouldn’t fucking shut up until I cracked and told him.” He laughed, this time for real. “And just like the Cowboy we all know and love, he picked a slut who’d been eye-fucking him all night and dragged me into the room with him. The whore was down for it.” He shook his head. “I was fucking dumbstruck. But . . .” He sighed. “I did it. Managed it. And at the time, to my eighteen-year-old self, it was like a personal victory.” I held him tighter, reaching down to take Cowboy’s hand in mine. I brought it to my mouth and thanked him with a kiss.
“I was never able to do it again after that. It was my cross to bear. But again, Cowboy knew it, and never let me fly solo.”
Cowboy shrugged against my back. “The more the merrier,” he quipped. But I knew it really was because he was a good man. And no one would ever find a greater friend than him.
Selfless. Cowboy was the most loyal person I’d ever met.
“I’m glad.” I nestled closer. “Because it brought you both to me. And I would never have been able to choose between you.”
Cowboy moved over me and kissed my cheek. “You’ll never have to.”