Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” she gasps before going back to work.
“Bossy little thing,” I laugh, giving her another inch. She moans and shoves back, but I’m ready and lean away just enough to stop my cock from going deeper.
“Gnnnnnaaaa.”
Hayes laughs at the frustrated noise she makes. “I don’t think that’s a word, Riles.”
I give her another inch, and her legs start to shake. “That’s only three,” I say. “Seven more to go.”
“Fuck,” Shawn groans as he tips his head back, eyes now laser-focused on his bound wrists. When he comes, it’s like a bomb has detonated, and the chain between the cuffs breaks apart, releasing him in a rush. Riley swallows him down like the good girl she is, and I give her the rest of my inches because she deserves it all, over and over.
Deep inside her, the rush is immense, and not for the first time, I’m awed at how right it feels to be on a bed with Riley Johnstone. I’m so in love with this girl that it’s hard to remember what it was like to feel empty inside. She stroked away my pain, chased away my demons, and filled my chest with warmth. Yeah, I’m still a grumpy fucker, but underneath it all, I’m totally content and luckier than the NHLs first-round draft pick.
Hayes scoops frosting onto the end of his dick, accidentally picking up the rice paper photo of his head in the process. When he looks down and finds his head on his head, he makes a hilarious choking sound which dies when Riley starts the laborious task of licking him clean.
Our girl is so fucking sexy, clapping back against me as she sucks my brother deeply. My blood thrums through my veins, and it’s all I can do to hold the rhythm I know she needs to send her into the stratosphere. It becomes a race to the finish, but I’m a competitive bastard, so Riley’s coming first.
Feeling her pulse around me in tight waves triggers my release, and Hayes jerks himself to the finish line, decorating Riley’s tits with more frosting than is left on the cake.
We all topple like a deck of cards taken by the wind, filling the mattress with our spent bodies.
Shawn’s the first to find a working brain cell. He raises his hand and scoops up a handful of cake, smooshing it into his mouth like a barbarian, and talking through it all. “Fuck, Riley. Our girl gives spectacular head, and she brings the after-blowjob snacks, too.”
“She’s the best.” I smack her ass lazily.
“Riles,” Hayes whispers, brushing a hand over her cheek, smearing a bit of frosting in the process. “I hope you know we’re never letting you go.”
Her lips part, and for a moment, everything fades, leaving just us, her laughter, her sighs, and the sweetness of this moment we’ll never forget.
Riley’s eyes shine with a mix of emotion and desire swirling in their depths. Her lips part as if she’s about to speak, but instead, she exhales softly, her breath hitching when Hayes leans in to press a lingering kiss to her collarbone, his lips warm and deliberate.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“For what?” I murmur.
“For this,” she says, her voice soft but full of certainty. “For being you. For letting me be a part of your lives. For... loving me.”
My chest tightens, and I reach for her hand, my voice barely a whisper. “Riley, we’re the lucky ones.”