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)
Riley groans low in her throat, her hands gripping my upper arms, nails digging in. She throws her head back and pants when I’m almost fully seated. “Fuck, Shawn.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask.
“Holy fuck,” is the reply. I guess that’s a yes.
Hayes turns her face and forces her to look at him. “Are you okay?” he asks huskily.
“Yes,” she gasps. “But what about you? I want you inside me, too.”
He groans, looking helplessly at her trapped between me and Jacob. “Not this time, baby,” he says. “We need to take it slow.”
“Her mouth,” Jacob reminds him. “She can take you in her mouth.”
“Yes.” Riley sounds relieved, reaching for Hayes’ cock and stroking it. “Let me suck you.”
He grazes her cheek with the back of his hand and rises so his dick is level with her mouth, stroking the wet tip over her bottom lip. “Open up,” he says and slides between her sweet puffy lips when she does. His size is so extreme that she just about takes the tip, but it’s enough to make him groan.
My cock swells, becoming so hard I tremble. I don’t want to shoot my load before I’ve felt her come. This has to be as good for her as it is going to be for us. The first thrust takes us all by surprise, but I don’t stop. Jacob, exhibiting the control of a samurai master, stays completely still as I do all the work, slicking my thumb to brush over Riley’s straining clit.
I get lost in the slide of my dick, the tightness and slickness, watching Riley pleasure Hayes with her mouth and Jacob hold on to her for dear life. I never thought I’d experience this connection and the sensation of getting taken apart at the same time.
This is so much more than I could have ever hoped for. This woman has become what we never imagined we needed. The sun that we can orbit, the binding that holds us together, the sense of family connection we never really had.
When Riley orgasms, twitching and twisting in Jacob’s arms, groaning around Hayes’ cock, it triggers a release in all of us. Hayes fills her mouth, too lost in pleasure to pull out, as Jacob jerks hard into her pussy, swelling alongside me. My orgasm is like an exorcism: rightness, contentment, and satisfaction, creating a balloon of happiness that bursts out of me in a laugh, which takes everyone by surprise. Soon, they’re all laughing, and it’s like we’ve let go of a held breath to accept the pure gladness that comes with connection, affection, and love.
Love.
It’s growing like a seed that sprouts a tiny shoot and bristling roots, and it doesn’t scare me because it’s for Riley. With my brothers alongside me, we’re creating something that I hope she won’t want to let go of, no matter what temptation comes her way.
25
RILEY
In the dawn light that bleeds through the curtains in Shawn’s room, I lie awake, surrounded by Jacob, Hayes, and Shawn. This bed, although big, wasn’t meant for three huge hockey players and their curvy lover, which is probably why I’m awake.
Hayes is to my right, his handsome face half buried in the pillow and his heavy leg resting between mine, pressed tightly against my pussy. Behind me, Shawn’s breath caresses my neck, and his arm is hooked over my waist, his hand cupped possessively over my breast. Jacob lies horizontally above the pillows—he drew the line as spooning one of his brothers and fell asleep playing with my hair.
It’s too warm and cramped, but I’ve never felt this happy and content. I’ve never felt this protected and sheltered from the world. The pleasure they inflicted on me last night has left fizzing bubbles in my brain and delicious soreness between my legs. If they wake up with time to spare before practice, I’ll be more than happy to take them again and again and again. Maybe we’ll never leave this bed except for food, drink, and to shower. Definitely to shower.
Someone should make it illegal to feel this good because it can’t last, can it? Too much bliss isn’t a thing anyone talks about for more than a few weeks at the beginning of a relationship. It’s unsustainable. It must be.
But even though it’s stupid to hope, I’m praying it isn’t.
This can’t work, my sensible voice says. Three men and one woman. Three hockey gods on the precipice of going pro who will most likely be spread out across the country and maybe even across the border in Canada. And me? I’m a friggin’ freshman with years until I’m ready to head into the outside world. They’ll forget me in a flash, maybe unintentionally, but the result will be the same. They’ll have puck bunnies hanging all over them after every game. It wouldn’t be fair to expect them all to stay true to whatever this fledgling thing is between us.