Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I pant out obscenely hard. “I do.”
“Then rules are meant to be…broken.” Ledger’s lips crash down on mine as Dev cages me in from behind, hands on my back, lips on my neck.
It’s a whole new kissing adventure on my double honeymoon.
23
THE VIEW, PEOPLE
Ledger
Walking behind her that whole time was not a good idea if I wanted to keep those platonic honeymoon rules.
The view, people. The motherfucking view of her ass in those shorts fried my brain, then scrambled it good.
Pretty sure an hour’s worth of visual torture, watching the way her copper waves cascaded down her back, how her ass curved so deliciously like a peach, then how her strong legs moved with every step, is the new definition of erosion. That hike wore down all my resistance.
Although maybe walking behind her was the best idea after all.
Since…this.
Her.
In front of me. Sandwiched between us.
Holding her face, I consume her lips. I swallow her sighs. My whole body whirs to life like a machine turned on, lights flickering in a darkened room. I’m lit up everywhere. My bones vibrate as Aubrey melts into me.
And into Dev.
It’s like she can’t decide if she’d rather press against me or back against him. She chooses both, her lithe body subtly rocking between us. Back and forth, back and fucking forth.
She’s as hungry for us as I am for her. As she wiggles against my friend, she parts her lips for me, asking me to kiss her deeper, maybe sensing I fiercely need to have her. It’s been a long while since I enjoyed the feel of a woman.
Hope I’m not rusty. What a way to re-enter the kissing atmosphere though.
Aubrey’s lips are soft but curious. She’s pliant but eager, letting me taste her thoroughly, then tugging on my lower lip in return. Kissing me back confidently. Giving as good as she gets.
As she nips on the corner of my lips, my dick jumps, pressing almost painfully against the zipper of my shorts. I push against her, and she trembles all over.
I can’t get enough of her lush mouth.
I deepen the kiss, clasping her face tighter while Dev’s hands thread into her hair from behind. He lavishes kisses along the back of her neck.
I don’t even need to see him kissing her to know that’s the way he’s touching her. Her long, needy gasps tell me she’s getting a very sensual treatment from my buddy.
Good. She fucking deserves the twin attention. I hope she knows it. Hope she feels it in our hands, our mouths, our bodies.
Her hands stay busy, roping around my shoulders, jerking me close. “Mmm,” she whimpers, and yes, fucking yes.
She knows it, and she likes it.
Desire winds tighter in me, climbs higher. She gives me the controls, parting her lips in a take me now move. And I take. I devour. I consume as she tilts her chin, her way of asking me to kiss her ravenously.
“Ohhh,” she murmurs. It’s barely a word—an encouraging sound as we get closer, and like that, my dick isn’t just hard. It’s granite.
My muscles are so tight. My control is breaking. One kiss and I’m already vibrating with the need to fuck her.
Images snap ruthlessly before my eyes. Her naked flesh. Her raised ass. Her breathless demands for more, harder, again.
Tension ratchets up in me, and I’m walking a tightrope of desire—do I wait till we get back to the room, spread her out on the bed, and shower her with endless foreplay?
Take our time. Kiss, lick, suck, then fuck.
I want it all then. I want it all now.
Screw granite. I’m granite-er.
I break the kiss for a second to get a grip. Need to calm the fuck down. No way will she want sex in the woods. She came here for grape stomping and hiking, not banging under the afternoon sun.
Hell, I’ve never fucked alfresco.
I try to catch my breath and maybe locate an ounce of, I don’t know, logic or restraint.
But a few seconds after I’ve stopped, she moans out a plaintive “more.”
And, Dev, the enabler, doesn’t relent. He heeds her prayers, cupping her jaw, turning her face to his. She leans back, lips parted, offering her mouth for a possessive kiss. She moans and whimpers against him, soft, little needy sounds that turn me on.
I’m imagining the sounds she’d make in bed as I moved down her body, kissed between her thighs. Edged her.
I grip her hips, holding her against me, picturing all the ways I want to please her as she gives herself to him.
He finally breaks the filthy promise of a kiss, rasping, “You can have anything you want.”
Aubrey’s eyes float open. Her gaze is dreamy and trained on him, then slowly, she turns her face to me. Her lips tilt, curving into an intoxicated grin. She looks like she has a secret. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.