Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I’m still limp with satisfaction and offer no resistance when Colt lays me on my side, facing him, my back to Nix. Nix runs a hand down my side, letting it slide around my hip, cupping my sensitive mound. “Are you still pulsing down there?” he asks. Instead of waiting for an answer, he invades me from behind, stretching me with every inch of him. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he moans, only stopping once he’s as deep as he can go, and we are locked together. “Fuck, I feel it.”
Colt turns my face toward his and runs his tongue over my lips before parting them and plunging inside. He cups my boobs, massaging them, playing with my nipples while Nix takes me from behind in deep, slow strokes. The sounds of his pleasure make mine grow.
“Yes, yes,” I gasp when Colt lets me up for air so he can kiss and lick his way down my neck, over my chest. He finds my clit again, treating it gently, and somehow that drives me even wilder than it would if he was rough. My nerves are sizzling and my soul cries out for more.
“Our little slut,” Nix whispers, then grunts as he drives himself deep and hard.
“My turn,” Colt decides, and Nix slides out so Colt can take his place. While Colt fucks me, Nix touches me, grinds against my ass, kisses and nips at my neck with his teeth.
I don’t know who’s touching me anymore, who is inside me, I only know it feels right. Somehow, it feels right, because now it’s what I want. I don’t have to follow anybody else’s orders anymore. No one is going to tell me how to do this or where or with whom. I make the choices.
And even if I submit to them, it’s my choice to submit.
My soul is singing, soaring high, by the time Nix speeds up, not just fucking anymore but rutting like an animal, and his animal grunts push me over the edge again. I’m still coming when he pulls out and rolls me onto my back.
Then he and Colt fuck their fists for those last breathless, furious seconds before spilling cum across my pussy and inner thighs, painting my skin until I’m a coated, dripping mess.
“Fuck, yeah,” Nix whispers, his head falling back as he pants. Colt gets up and goes to the bathroom, bringing back a warm washcloth, which he uses to gently clean me up while I lie back and catch my breath.
The only word that comes to mind is fulfilled. I can’t believe how ridiculously fulfilling that was. It reached a part of me I didn’t know existed, and I can’t help wondering when we’ll be able to do it again. There was more to it than my body reacting to a little friction. It felt… freeing.
At least until my head clears and reality leaks in.
“As much as I’d love to lie around and recover, we have to get moving soon.” Colt scrubs a hand over his head, heading for the bathroom again. “I’m gonna take a shower. I won’t be long.”
Right. The bodies. I can’t forget what happened last night. I can’t ignore it. I can only try to make sense of it as I sit up and swing my legs over the bed, avoiding Nix’s gaze as I cross the room on shaky legs and grab my bathrobe from the back of my closet door.
This is too awkward. The man was just inside me, and I can’t bring myself to look at him before I go to the kitchen. When he joins me, he’s wearing a pair of Colt’s sweatpants. Now that I’m in here, I can’t remember why. My head is all mixed up.
“You know, you can look at me. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” I insist. Okay, I am a little bit. But there’s so much more than that. I can’t find the words.
“Hey. It’s understandable if you have a lot of shit you need to process.” When he approaches me, I take a backward step without thinking about it. Pain touches his eyes, stopping him in his tracks.
“There’s something I need you to understand.” Honestly, I’m not sure if I’m saying this for me or for him. All I know is that it needs to be said. “Don’t get this twisted. What happened just now doesn’t erase everything else. Neither does you rescuing me. I’m grateful,” I add, because I’m not completely heartless.
The old Nix would’ve laughed that off, I think. He at least would have pretended to think it was funny for me to act like I have any say in my own life. But he’s changed, and not just physically. Nodding, he replies, “I’m not asking for your gratitude. I did it for you, but I did it for me, too. And for Colt.”