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)
“You two are nothing but trouble,” Theo muttered, thrusting deep, his blue eyes gone dark. “How am I supposed to figure out a way through this with you playing in the pool, sucking his cock and flashing that pussy at me as if I’m going to ignore such a blatant invitation.” He rode Galen’s mouth even as she rode his cock. “That’s right, Galen. You know how I like it.”
It was too good. Too good and too perfect and she just wanted to make it even more so. Meg leaned back and reached down to cup Galen’s balls. “Think I can make him come before you blow?”
Theo gave her a wicked smile. “We’ll find out.”
Galen shifted, grasping her hip with one hand and Theo’s thigh with the other. He urged on her strokes and as she played with his balls. It wasn’t enough. His control was too good. Already, pleasure danced along her nerve endings, teasing her with another orgasm to match the first. She fought it, trying to prolong the perfection of the moment. Meg pressed two fingers to his ass as she thrust down, grinding over him. Galen’s hand spasmed on her hip and then he was coming, filling her up. Oh god, oh god, oh god, that feels so good.
Theo withdrew from Galen’s mouth. “On your stomach.” He glanced at Meg. “She looks like she needs another orgasm, don’t you think?”
Galen hauled himself up, toppling her onto her back. He kissed Meg like he needed her more than he needed air, and then shifted to the side and stroked a hand down to cup her pussy. “Next time, you ride my mouth, while he rides my ass.”
She shivered and opened her legs wider. “Yes.” Meg watched Theo grab the lube and position himself behind Galen. Yesyesyesyesyes.
Galen laughed against her neck. “You love watching us, don’t you?”
No point in lying. “It gets me halfway there just by being in the room.”
Galen pushed two fingers into her as Theo guided his cock into his ass. His hand mimicking Theo’s hips, fucking her even as he was fucked. Meg twisted and kissed him, riding his hand as she came. She melted back to the mattress, watching them through her haze of pleasure. “You’re the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. Especially like this.” The way Theo watched Galen… There was no doubt in her mind that they loved each other. She’d never doubted it.
For the first time since this all started, Meg allowed herself to dream that they might look at her the way they looked at each other.
That they might love her, too.
16
Meg woke up wrapped around Theo. On his other side, Galen spooned him as if trying to protect Theo with his own body, even in sleep. Both their expressions were relaxed. It didn’t exactly make them look innocent—nothing short of a miracle could do that—but it was as if they’d put down their respective burdens for a little while. They were lighter.
She wanted to bundle them up and keep them here forever. To say to hell with their respective obligations and responsibilities and to throw out her life plan and just be together and pursue their happiness.
I love them.
Meg’s breath caught in her chest, fluttering on panicked wings. No, she couldn’t possibly love them. They hadn’t even been together three weeks. People did not fall in love in three weeks. Not even with funny, calculating, ambitious exiled princes. Or with their grumpy, driven, protective bodyguards.
She could tell herself it was the sex clouding her judgment, but it would just waste precious time to circle back to the same conclusion. Somewhere along the way, she’d gone and fallen for them both. Maybe it was when Theo had carried her across an entire fucking field to get them to safety. Or when he’d spoken about his parents, his country. The exact moment didn’t matter, because he’d slipped beneath her defenses and compromised her heart.
With Galen, she could pinpoint the exact moment.
Yesterday. In the kitchen. With his concern for Theo palpable in the room. The softness beneath his spiky exterior.
God, she was so screwed.
She slipped out of bed and made a quick trip to the bathroom. After doing her business, she splashed water onto her face and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t look that different than she had three weeks ago. A little more tanned, maybe. Her body all sorts of marked up with the evidence of amazing sex with two men. She’d put on a little weight and had lost a little of the gaunt look she’d fallen into over the summer.
But she just looked like herself.
Like Meg.
She shook her head and slipped out of the bathroom. Both men were still asleep, but even after the time away from New York, she wasn’t used to resting so much. The last two weeks were different, because she’d been healing, but now that she felt better all around, restlessness stole through her. Maybe hiding out here for the rest of our lives isn’t such a foolproof plan.