Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I look away from Boone’s head buried between her creamy, trembling thighs for a minute to see Chance on her other side, one hand still on her breasts, but the other wrapped around his cock. His head is tipped back a little, his palm flying across his shaft one second, slowing the next, alternating in a way that tells me he was already too close.
Releasing her nipple for just a moment, he bunches the collar of his shirt in his fist and pulls it off over his head, completely naked now as groans started spilling out of him. Boone has shoved his sweats down too, but he isn’t touching himself, clearly too focused on her.
My pulse is slamming under my jaw, my heart hammering so hard, it almost hurts. I can feel pre-cum leaking from my slit and it feels like someone had my lungs in a vise. Painfully turned on, I finally relent, wrapping my fingers around my cock and letting out an involuntary hiss when I start stroking.
Gaze flicking from Roxie’s face to Chance’s and back again, I listen intently to all the wet sounds in the room, the soft moans and louder groans, and then I hear Roxie murmur, “I want someone inside me.”
My cock twitches in my hand, her breathy words setting me right on the edge of that precipice, but I stop for a beat, glancing down into Boone’s stormy eyes. He motions for me to lie down, and I oblige immediately. Then he lifts her up and sets her down on top of me and helps her ease down onto my dick.
Roxie moans, her hands braced on my chest and her gaze so glassy that I almost come just at the sight of it, but then the slick heat of her pussy envelopes me and I forget how to breathe. How to think. How to do anything except fuck her.
When her muscles contract around me, I’m a goner, my eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm explodes out of me, absolutely sucking me dry. Roxie screams, her hips jerking with mine and her fingernails raking the skin of my chest.
Tremors of pleasure are still racing through me, my muscles shaking as I empty myself deep inside her.
34
ROXIE
I’ve always imagined my wedding day happening somewhere normal. Like a courthouse. Or a beach. Or one of those overpriced venues that masquerade as rustic because they have fairy lights strung over a barn that has never seen so much as a single cow.
Instead of any of that, though, here I am, twenty-something weeks pregnant, wrapped in a soft, stretchy white dress with long lace sleeves, about to get married in our own backyard on a mountain in early February, inside a tent so big it could pass for the world’s fanciest igloo.
And honestly, I wouldn’t trade a single thing about it.
Heaters hum quietly in the hall outside the master bedroom as Madison fusses with my hair for the fifteenth time. She’s declared herself my maid of honor slash emotional-support gremlin, which feels accurate.
“You look like a snow queen,” she says triumphantly, stepping back and biting her lip like she’ll cry if she even blinks wrong.
“Or a marshmallow,” I counter, glancing down at my very prominent baby bump.
“A sexy marshmallow,” she corrects, a massive smile spreading across her face. “One who’s marrying three men, no less. Babe, that alone makes you a queen. Own it.”
I laugh, pressing a hand to my belly as a baby rolls lazily under my ribs. “It really is wild, isn’t it?”
“Wild? Honey, it’s insane but it’s also kind of perfect.” Madison smooths a strand of hair behind my ear, squinting at it like she can glare it into submission. “Do you know what I love most about it?”
“That you’re getting a front-row seat to the chaos?”
“Yes,” she deadpans, then softens, her gaze warm as it moves between my eyes. “But also that I know you’re safe and loved, that you’ve found the family you’ve always wanted, and that you’re not running anymore.”
“You’ll always be part of that family. You know that, right?” My throat tightens, emotion clogging it as I exhale a slow breath. “You’re not wrong, though. Sometimes when I think about it, I barely even recognize the girl I was when I arrived here scared and alone.”
She reaches out and takes my hand, tears glistening in her eyes now, too. “And just look at how far you’ve come.”
I blink hard, trying to fight off the tears building in my eyes before they burst free and we both wind up ruining our makeup. “I really have come a long way, huh?”
“For sure,” she says, but then she pulls a face at me. “Speaking of families, are you ready for the rundown about how it’s going out there with the parents? My gossip circuits are primed and ready to go.”