Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
What?
“Yes,” she murmured.
Galen, what are you doing?
Galen didn’t look at Theo, blatantly refusing to answer his unspoken question. He just kept working Meg with his fingers. “We’re clean. We haven’t fucked anyone but each other, and we were tested less than six months ago.”
Fuck, Galen. Theo held his breath. The audacity to broach this conversation now, in their current position… “Galen—”
“I’m clean.” Meg gave another shiver, clenching around his cock. “I… I got tested after we were together.”
Galen didn’t look away from her face. “Do you want me to get a condom?”
Theo started to sit up, but froze when Meg moaned. He soothed a hand down her body and glared at his best friend. “You can’t just—”
“You didn’t put on a condom, Theo.”
He cursed. Fuck, but Galen was right. “I’m clean.”
“I know that. Now she does, too.” Galen leaned down over them both and pressed a soft kiss to Meg’s mouth. “Do you want me to get a condom, Meg?” he repeated.
“No.” She reached one hand behind her head to hook around Theo’s neck, and the other around Galen’s. “No, it’s okay. I trust you. Both of you.”
Theo had to close his eyes to smother the guilt her words brought. She shouldn’t trust them. In this, yes. Always. He would never put her in a position where she would be harmed by fucking them. But it was his selfishness that had put her in literal danger, and he didn’t fucking deserve her trust as a result.
Galen stared at her for another long moment, as if gauging her sincerity, and then he reached between them. “Remember to breathe.”
“I—” Whatever Meg had been about to say disappeared in a whimper as Galen started working his cock into her. She was already full of Theo, and Galen wasn’t small by any definition of the word. She gripped his hair, holding him close even as she writhed between them.
“Breathe,” Theo murmured in her ear. He pressed a hand flat against her stomach, holding her still as Galen thrust deeper, wedging himself inside her until he was sheathed to the hilt. His dark eyes held a storm of desire and a ruthlessness she was growing to appreciate even as she dreaded it. His gaze flicked up to Theo’s and he dipped down to take Theo’s mouth even as he began moving in her.
She’d half expected the rough fucking he’d promised her, but Galen went slowly. It was still almost too much. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe through the fullness. Being pinned between them, her legs spread wide, her body filled in a way she never could have dreamed.
Meg shifted, but once again, Theo’s hand on her stomach stopped her. This time, when he spoke, his strain was evident in his tone. “We’re hanging on by a thread, princess. Don’t want to hurt you.” He skated his hand down to stroke her clit, timing the small circles with each of Galen’s thrusts.
Each muscle flexed on Galen’s body as he buried himself to the hilt. “Hang on.” He moved them onto their sides and hitched Meg’s leg high on his hip. The new position made her whimper. Galen hesitated. “Okay?”
“Don’t you dare stop.” She reached behind her to tangle her fingers in Theo’s hair. “You’re both just… so deep.”
“Mmmm.” He held her clenched to him and kissed her, his tongue conquering her mouth even as his cock had conquered her body. Or maybe it wasn’t a war. She didn’t know anything anymore, except that she might die right here in this bed from the pleasure they dealt her, and Meg couldn’t bring herself to care. She was so busy tangling with Galen’s mouth that it took her precious seconds to realize Theo had begun to move behind her.
He held her hips perfectly still and dragged his cock nearly all the way out of her before starting an equally slow thrust back into her. She shivered like a live wire, her body sending her conflicting messages. Too much. Not enough. Stop stop ohmygod stop. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, don’t you dare stop.
Through it all, Theo never ceased his tantalizing circling of her clit with his clever fingers. And Galen never stopped kissing her. Meg arched back toward Theo and broke away from Galen’s mouth for half a second. “More. I want more.”
Theo froze. “You’re sure.”
“Yes.”
Galen laughed harshly. “Give the lady what she wants, Theo.” He lifted her leg up and out, opening her completely for them.
They’d been careful before. Too careful.
They weren’t now.
They began fucking her in earnest. Each stroke timed to perfection. They thrust and withdrew as one man, leaving her alternately achingly empty and almost too full. All the while, Theo played with her clit as if he had all the time in the world to coax her to orgasm.
Meg couldn’t move. Couldn’t do more than take what they gave her, pleasure with a hint of pain, their bigger bodies overwhelming her smaller one. She felt used, dirty in the best way possible. They took their pleasure from her body, and through it all one truth vibrated through her.