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)
Boone lets out a long, low groan that makes me clench around him, then he takes my hips in a punishing grip and slowly withdraws from me. My breath catches and a low whimper escapes me. I hug the pillow, knowing him well enough to expect that the next thrust is going to be fast, hard, and deep.
He drives himself into me exactly as I expect, a quiver already starting in his strong thighs as he pulls me back into him. “Fuck, Rox. I’m not gonna last tonight.”
“So don’t,” I moan, my head snapping up when I hear the door open.
Relief cascades through me when Chance walks in. I always worry it will be one of the twins, but nope. Just my husband.
Boone groans loudly when I push back against him, taking him all the way in as I relax, then his fingers tighten on my hips. “Get ready.”
I know without looking he was talking to Chance, who nods, his gaze locked on me as he pulls off his T-shirt and shucks his shorts. With every muscled ridge of his body now on display, I feel myself getting even wetter, still infinitely attracted to each of them.
“Shit,” Boone curses. “She likes that.”
“Of course I like it,” I grind out, but then he starts moving again and the wet drag of his cock against my insides makes me see stars and steals my breath.
Chance comes to sit beside us on the bed, brushing my hair behind my ears and bringing his mouth to mine as Boone picks up his pace. The contrast between his gentle kiss and Boone’s hard thrusts sets every one of my nerve endings alight in all the best possible way.
I’m barely even aware of Dillon coming in, getting naked, and joining us when Chance’s finger finds my clit and Boone falls into a rhythm I can’t resist. Sparks fly through me, and my body tenses in a way that makes Boone curse. Then I feel him swell deep inside, filling me with his seed just a second before Chance’s touch disappears and Dillon’s mouth replaces it.
Boone collapses beside me, spent and breathless, but his finger lands exactly where Chance’s had been, immediately applying a little more pressure just as Chance sinks into me from behind. I moan so loudly that Dillon glances over to check that the door is closed.
I wrap my fingers around his shaft and start working him over, desperately needing a distraction from the way Chance is gliding against every sensitive spot inside my pussy.
Dillon groans but shifts into a position that makes it easier for me, his kisses becoming both fiercer and sloppier as both of us careen closer and closer to the edge. He and Chance finally lose it at the same time and knowing all three of them are sated finally drives me into that state of euphoria I only ever manage to find when we were all together.
As we collapse together in an exhausted, sweaty heap on the bed, my head is on Dillon’s chest, in Boone’s arms, with Chance half on top and half beside me. I always loved being enveloped by them, but these days, it’s so much more satisfying.
We know each other’s rhythms now, each other’s triggers, and when to push or back off. We know everything there is to know about each other’s pasts, but what matters more is the future.
Every day with them and our babies is still an adventure, and as I drift off to sleep, I’ strangely thankful to Vincent Caruso for planning the hit at the club that night. Without him, I might still be slinging drinks, never knowing what was waiting for me in these mountains, and that it was everything I’d never even known I desperately wanted.
The End