Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
I indicate to his sisters and he follows my gaze. Out of the four guys, Carver has always been the one who’s kept his emotions hidden the best, but right now, looking at the fear in his sisters’ eyes, his heart breaks for the whole world to see.
He starts moving and the second they see him making his way through the crowd to get to them, they launch out of their seats and their little arms are wrapped around his legs within a mere moment. He’s their safety net, their hero, and nothing makes me happier. Though the question stands, why can’t Ida offer her daughters that same comfort?
Knowing Carver has the situation under control, I turn back to the conversation that Cruz has effortlessly taken over for me in a way that has Calvin completely unaware that I’d zoned out.
I squeeze Cruz’s hand and he wraps up the conversation, then before anyone gets the chance to pull me away again, Cruz leads me across the room and yanks me behind a sheer curtain, managing to do it without a single eye falling on us.
I laugh as the excitement bubbles up within me. I was kinda joking when I set that challenge for him earlier, but he seems to be taking it as seriously as I take my need to fuck all four of them at once. His eyes sparkle with anticipation and I realize just how ready he is. I’d never take Cruz for the kind of guy to get his junk out during a party that his mom is attending, but what can I say? Cruz Danforth is a man of many surprises.
“You sure about this?” he asks as his hands fall to my waist and he pulls me in close. “It’s not too late to back out. I don’t want you getting caught out and having to explain yourself. We can just tell the guys that we did it.”
I shake my head, the grin stretching across my face as my fingers trail up his thigh, feeling the way his pants strain as his cock demands freedom. “Nu-uh,” I tell him. “If you want me for a week to yourself, then you need to come through with the goods, but,” I add, “this spot is half-concealed so if this is where you want this to go down, then you need to be warned that you’ll only get half a week.”
His face drops. “But this is literally the only place we can do it,” he insists. “I’ve been searching the room since the second we hit the top steps.” He pulls back a bit and pauses, his brow raising as a dirty, wicked grin settles on his plump lips. “I could always fuck you on top of the bar, but I can’t guarantee that nobody will watch the show.”
I laugh and pull him back in. “This is your only shot, Danforth,” I tell him. “Now shut up and fuck me before someone comes looking.”
He doesn’t waste a damn second.
Cruz’s lips crush down on mine with a passion that I wasn’t ready for and I’m quickly reminded that I haven’t been with him since my return to Ravenwood Heights, and I can’t fucking wait. He’s usually so full of emotion. He’s the one I go to when I want to feel more than just a hard cock slamming into me. He’s the most considerate lover out of them all and that speaks volumes considering that the other three want nothing more than to make me come a million times before even getting close themselves.
Cruz’s hand slips inside the high slit of my gown, finding me soaking wet and his lips pull up into a satisfied smirk. “This is going to be fun.”
Damn straight, it is.
Without warning, he takes my waist and spins me so that I’m facing the sheer curtain, looking out at the partiers having the time of their lives. Cruz bunches up my gown as he kicks my feet apart, spreading my legs wide and grabbing a good handful of my ass cheek. “I’d fuck you any day with these heels on.”
I grin, my tongue running over my bottom lip in anticipation as I look back over my shoulder. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Cruz chuckles and I watch as he frees himself from his pants and not a second later, he’s sliding into my slick entrance, making me suck in a gasp, loving how he hits me at just the right angle. “Holy shit, Cruz,” I breathe, knowing that keeping quiet is going to be an even bigger challenge than the one we’re already in the middle of.
“Damnnnn, baby,” he groans low, his eyes closing in satisfaction. He moves in and out with painfully slow movements and reaches around me, slipping his hand inside the slit of my gown and pressing down on my clit, making my whole body flinch before rubbing tight little circles.