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)
This time, we head to my room. It’s the master and has the biggest bed, much to Jacob’s annoyance. When we moved in, we drew straws, though, so he can’t argue about unfairness.
On the bed sits a red bag with ribbon ties containing everything Riley needs to be comfortable. A shirt to sleep in—one of our hockey shirts with Drayton emblazoned across the back—toiletries to freshen up, underwear, and a new top to wear tomorrow. She’s like a kid at Christmas looking through it all.
“How did you know my size,” she asks.
“Hayes takes note of all the important things,” I confess.
She beams at us all. “And there was me thinking you were using me for sex.”
“Oh, we are. We think a little compensation for your hard work is in order.”
“Shawn, baby. The multiple orgasms are compensation, but thanks for the extra effort. It’s appreciated.”
This time, before we descend into the sex, we all take turns in the bathroom, and when it’s Riley’s turn, she reappears wearing just the shirt, doing a twirl to show off our name that marks her as ours, and I growl in appreciation.
Jacob flicks off the light, and Riley climbs onto the bed, settling herself in the center like a gift at Christmas. All I want is to hear this girl scream my name.
Her toes are painted baby pink, and her legs stretch out, curvy, and ready to be parted. Is she wearing anything underneath? My mind rushes through both fantasies: the slow removal of something pretty or the easy access of nothing at all.
I guess I’m about to find out.
I haven’t spoken to my brothers about how tonight’s going to go. We’re not choreographing or planning, and I’m glad about that. The spontaneity cranks my chain, but it does mean we have to keep track of each other’s positions and intentions. It means we have to watch all of Riley’s responses, even in the throes of passion.
When I climb onto the bed, Riley’s eyes darken, roving over my body and zeroing in on my erection still contained behind tight black boxer briefs. She licks her lips. “You know, I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to so much…” she waves her hands around my body, “...man perfection.”
“Jesus, don’t say that to him. We’ll never hear the end of it,” Hayes grumbles.
She waves her hands in his direction, too. “All this…” and then at Jacob, “...and this… how is one brain supposed to process it all? It’s just too much stimulation. My processor is overheating.”
“Nice computer analogy.” I smile. “And just for your information….this…” I wave my hands the way she did around us. “We feel the same about it.”
“Oh, sure,” she says. “You have more muscle-toned perfection in one ab than I do in my whole body, and there are three of you.”
“If I wanted to have sex with a muscled sex god, I’d jerk off,” I tell her, prompting a disgusted groan from my brothers. “But baby…the only person I want to have sex with is you.”
“Yep,” Jacob agrees. “Well, not the part about the muscled sex god, but the last part.”
She giggles, and it’s a sweet relief. I sense that she’s at war with herself. Sometimes, she’s shy and critical of her body, and other times, confident and comfortable. I want to make it my mission for her to understand, at all times, that she’s a gorgeous, sexy, desirable woman who should only be proud of the way she looks.
“If you can’t tell how much we love looking at you right now, maybe you need to take another look.”
I grip my erection, which feels like steel under satin, and nod at my brothers, who are also packing serious wood.
“Yeah. My eyes are gonna bleed if I look too much!” She covers her pretty eyes, allowing only a crack of space between her fingers like she’s trying to watch an eclipse without damaging her retinas.
“Baby… you better get used to it because anytime you’re in our bed, this is what you’ll face.” I shuffle close, take her hand and shove it down the front of my boxers, wrapping her cool fingers around my pulsing dick.
She shakes her head. “I guess a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!”
“We’re sorry in advance for all the hard work you need to put in.”
“Mmmm…. I like the hard work,” she says, dipping her head to lick the tip of my dick, all the while holding my gaze. “Just ask my professors. I’m a dedicated and diligent student.”
A full-body shudder turns me into a quaking wreck, and she’s barely touched me. See, this is what I’ve been missing. A girl with enough sass to keep my mind as engaged as my body, curves for days, and a heart as big as her smile.
This is what I need in my life.