Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
My face scrunches as I glance back at her. “Huh? What do you mean with them all?”
“Like, she’s all of their girlfriend. You know, sharing is caring and all of that juicy shit.”
I gape at her, in no way believing this at all. I mean, damn, it sounds like a dream come true, but there’s just no way. “How the hell is that supposed to work?” I question. “They’re leaders of a mafia house, and I don’t know how many of those you’ve met before, so correct me if I’m wrong, but I doubt someone who runs a billion-dollar empire is down for sharing his toys.”
Cara laughs. “You never know with these types of guys. Maybe group activities are their thing.”
“Wait.” I blanch. “You think they’re all doing her at the same time?”
We both glance back at the screen, taking in the three ruggedly sexy men staring back at us, and that tiny woman. “Nah,” Cara says slowly. “She can’t fit all three of them in there at the same time. Look at her, she’d break. But then . . .”
As she trails off, I know exactly where her mind has gone because mine is right there with hers. “Not gonna lie,” I say. “Getting with all three of them at the same time sounds like—”
“Every single one of my filthiest dreams come true?” she finishes for me. “I bet guys like that come with some pretty messed-up kinks. Like chains and guns and—”
“Guns?” I question. “What the fuck are they doing with guns?”
Cara just stares at me, her brow slowly arching, willing me to figure it out on my own. The moment I do, I suck in a gasp. “Noooooo,” I breathe. “Really? Up there?”
“Uh-huh.” She grins, her eyes sparkling with silent laughter.
“No, there’s no way that shit really happens,” I tell her, convinced she reads too many books because damn, that wild imagination of hers is going to get her into a world of trouble.
Cara laughs. “Girl, okay. Tell me this. Would you do it? Three guys at once?”
I think it over and give an easy nod. “Yeah, I’m not going to say no, but all the guys have to be packing some serious heat. I mean, if I’m getting railed like that, it’s gotta be worth my while. Oh, and obviously no one-pump chumps. It’s gotta be all night long.” I burst into a coughing fit and she hands me my drink again, her brows furrowed as she watches me sip my water. “What about you?” I try to ask without dying.
“Girl, do you even have to ask?” she questions, giving me a knowing look, her lips twitching as she tries to keep a straight face. “What about four?”
“Four guys?” I ask, my brows shooting up. “Oooh, shit. That’s a lot of dick.”
“Uh-huh,” she agrees with a nod. “That’s like . . . dick central right there.”
I nod right back. “Cock mania.”
Cara all but drools down her chin. “Okay, risky question,” she warns me, putting me right on the edge. “You know these four asshole neighbors of ours. If they came knocking on our door and said they were here to clean out your pipes, would you throw it back for them?”
I stare at her as though she’s just lost her mind. “Are you insane? They kidnapped me and then almost killed me two nights ago. Hell no, they can go and clean out some other bitch’s pipes.”
Cara laughs. “No, no . . . I mean . . . personalities aside. Based on looks alone. If they were totally acceptable, honest, hard-working guys who just happened to stumble upon this apartment and you were all alone and needy.”
My face flames as I really consider what she’s asking me. All four of them are the perfect example of man candy. Those intense stares, the strong arms, the authoritative tones, and fuck me, those bodies. They’re all tall and god-like in their own way, and damn it, if Dalton hadn’t done what he did, I’d already be on my knees for him again. “Damn it,” I say, this question frustrating the crap out of me. “Okay, if they were four regular guys that just happened to stumble across this apartment and were trapped in our asshole neighbors’ bodies, then yes, absolutely yes. I’d do my stretching, drink plenty of water, and a quick google on how that’s actually supposed to work. I mean, I’ve only got three useful holes, and I don’t want someone stuck with a lousy handy while his friend is getting the good shit. I’d have to figure something out. Also, like . . . where do they all stand? Or do half of us stand and the other half lay down?”
“Huh,” she breathes, her brows furrowed, deep in thought, and then just like that, her phone is in her hands and we’re squished together on the couch, working out exactly how this insane little fuck fest is supposed to go down.