Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
“With me.” He jerks me and fucks me, and we chase it, finishing together in a grunting, shaking, spurting explosion.
When we collapse, it’s with groaning laughter and tangled limbs.
“I have an abundance of come left.” I slap a limp hand across Dove’s ass, making her moan. “Who’s ready?”
“You’re going to kill me.” Jag face-plants into the bedding, out of breath.
“Please, don’t tell me you’re too old for all this.” I gesture at my sweaty body.
“Give me a minute,” he grumbles. “Or an hour.”
“We’ll be in the shower while you wait for your Viagra to kick in.” I lunge for Dove and haul her up, draping her listless body over my shoulder.
She bursts into laughter, the sound chasing us as I head for the bathroom.
We don’t make it through a proper cleaning before I’m fucking her against the wall. During our second attempt to wash, Jag finally joins us.
She and I wash him thoroughly. Then we suck him together. My new favorite thing.
He busts a nut so fast, we barely have time to catch his load in our mouths.
After the shower, he sits us down in the kitchenette and makes us drink water and eat the leftovers in the fridge.
Then it’s on.
We christen every surface of the suite. Oral, anal, spitroast, ride and blow, and DP in all her holes. We take breathers. We take power naps. But all three of us stay connected and involved long into the night.
Eventually, the sun breaks the horizon, and Dove can’t stop yawning. She sits on my lap, my cock at rest inside her, with Jag’s cheek pressed to her inner thigh.
He sprawls between our legs, eyes closed. I’m certain he’s asleep until his sharp exhale brushes against my balls.
“Dinner meeting tomorrow night.” He kisses Dove’s clit, then lower, where she and I are joined. “Everyone at the table.”
“You mean tonight.” I gesture at the window and the first rays of light.
“Tonight. All twenty-two members of the inner circle will be in attendance.”
“And you’ll be there?” Dove rakes her fingers through his hair.
“Yes. I’ll be there with my plus-one plus-one and my nonnegotiable demands about our future together.”
“You’re certain about this?” My heart gallops as I look at Dove first. “If you have regrets later—”
“No regrets.” She steps toward me, her heels adding four-inches to her height as she grips my jaw and pierces me with her gilded stare. “No hesitation.”
We stand in the entryway of our suite, minutes from heading to the dinner meeting. I wear a fitted suit, black and serviceable, uninspiring enough to disappear into a crowd. Fabric and obligation pulls where they shouldn’t, pinching at my collar.
I’m not nervous. Just ready to go so we can get back.
Back to our room.
Back to our bed.
“That dress belongs on the floor.” I give her a slow perusal.
“Excuse me?” She anchors her fists on her hips.
The cocktail dress outlines every gorgeous curve of her figure, the corset bodice fitted to push her tits up and out. The neckline frames the beauty mark at her collarbone, drawing the eye to all that cleavage.
“When I rip it from your body and carry you to the bed, you’ll understand.” I arch a brow.
A pretty flush colors her cheeks.
The top half of her hair pulls into two buns, crowned with black beads. The rest spills over her shoulders in ombré ripples of blue and green. Her legs are bare, unapologetically so, set off by strappy black heels.
“You look lethal.” My dick hardens. “Devastatingly beautiful.”
She looks like she belongs exactly where she is.
“Thank you.” She dips into a curtsy.
I turn to Wolf. “What about you?”
“As my family would say, I’m all in.” He drapes an arm over Dove’s shoulders and strikes a pose.
He wears a similar suit to mine, the tailored cuts made unruly by the man inside it.
A fishnet top sits under the jacket, where a proper shirt would be, skin and scars visible beneath the weave. A pearl necklace rests at his throat, and matching earrings dangle from his ears.
He styled his skater-long hair to sweep across his brow instead of in his eyes. Rings crowd his fingers, and heavy eyeliner sharpens the effect, making his blue eyes impossible to ignore.
“You clean up.” I meet his gaze.
“I know.” He grins.
I think about the room he’ll walk into wearing that suit. The men who will underestimate him because he looks beautiful. The ones who will clock the intelligence behind the style and hesitate. Wolf has always understood optics. Tonight, he’s weaponized them.
We spent the day in bed together, sunlight shifting across the room while we talked about what staying here actually means for them.
Before Wolf and I arrived in Colombia, Dove had already told Matias she would remain if Wolf did. I know that now. I also know I won’t let that be the only condition on the table.