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)
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’m going to take it slow.”
He lowers his body until he rests along mine, his heat and weight overwhelming and, at the same time, just right. My thighs cradle him, the easy pressure at my entrance new and good as he spreads me open to take him. Just his slowly lowering weight is enough. I stare between us, fascinated, as his arms tremble with restraint.
We’re skin to skin, mouth to mouth, linked in a way that feels more real and deeper than anything I’ve experienced. Like I’ve awakened a dormant part of myself, I realize I’ve never felt so at home in my body. My heart thrums with a new rhythm as I gaze up at Hayes’ handsome face, and he blinks down at me.
“Yeah,” Shawn says long and slow on a breath that seems to go on for a minute.
Hayes pulls back and then pushes a little deeper, and our eyes stay locked until, after a few more shifts of his hips, he buries himself deep. The fullness is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. Having him unmoving inside me hints at the promise of pleasure yet to come. I’m not just accepting him into my body; I’m accepting him into my heart and life, and the connection is unexpected and a little scary.
“Okay?” Tension makes the word sound clipped, and I smile at the knowledge that he’s wrestling with the new sensations as much as I am.
“Okay.”
“Fuck.” He brackets his arms around me, bringing our faces close, and then he kisses me so sweetly and deeply that I melt, all fear forgotten. His thrusts are slow and easy at first, like he’s testing out my depths and relishing the exploration. My hips follow, undulating in a way that’s as right as walking, as easy and instinctual as swimming.
This is it.
I’m having sex with Hayes Drayton, and it’s more incredible than I ever imagined. It’s even sweeter because it’s uncharted territory for both of us, enriched by the history we share.
My thoughts drift to the kids we once were—uncertain and adrift. Never in a million years would I have pictured us finding each other like this, but here we are.
“You feel amazing, Riley,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
The sound of my name on his lips feels so intimate, so reverent. It’s a reminder that I’m not just anyone to him—I’m me. The girl he used to know, the woman he’s choosing to know now. The first woman he’s wanted to share this with, in a way that’s deeper than just physical.
That means more to me than he could ever understand.
“You feel good, too.”
“You look good,” Shawn says, his blue eyes narrowed beneath lust-heavy lids.
I tip my head and find Jacob reclining against the headboard, cock in hand, lips parted, watching, relaxed.
It’s a relief to see the tension in his brows loosen, and my pride at having taken his pain away is deeply felt.
Hayes takes my face in his hands and grinds into me, finding a faster, harder rhythm. “I want you to come on my cock,” he says, tension lacing his words. “Tell me what to do.”
“More of this,” I say, and I hook my leg behind his ass and adjust my hips for maximum contact, searching for what feels best.
His eyes glaze, and he drops his face into the crook of my neck, breathing hard. “You feel so fucking good. So warm. So wet. So fucking tight.”
“Let me play with her nipples,” Shawn says, shifting closer.
“Yeah,” Jacob agrees. “It’ll get her off quicker.”
“Fuck.” Hayes rears back onto his knees, and Jacob and Shawn crowd me.
Jacob’s fingers stroke in lazy circles and then tease my nipple with harder pinches. Shawn latches onto my other breast, sucking gently at first and then harder, and my body sparks in a way I never would have expected, forging a connection between two distinct parts of my body that tugs my arousal higher and higher.
“Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.”
And Hayes keeps going. They all keep going, touching me, licking me, sucking me, fucking me in a perfect unholy circle that pulls the pleasure right out of me. I slip off the edge of the world, falling, falling, falling. My body seizes, and my neck arches, pressing my head into the comforter. I lose control of my hips, and Hayes pumps harder, faster, his own release like a wild horse, a runaway train, an avalanche barreling down a mountain.
It’s huge, this moment, this release, forging a connection between us I never could have predicted. I’m aware enough to watch the moment Hayes finishes with a deep thrust that aches inside me and tears through him, bringing every beautiful muscle of his torso into high relief. His face twists like he’s in pain and then just as quickly softens as the bliss I just experienced washes over him, too. He’s panting and sweaty, and when his eyes open and he stares at me, I’m lost in the depth of feeling I have for this man.