Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
When she fell forward, Master G caught her. He grinned down.
“I think you’ll do fine, Red.”
Master K stood and lifted her up. “Yes, I think this was an excellent idea. Now let’s see what else they taught you.”
He started for the bedroom.
Her wild night was just beginning.
Chapter Three
Garrett was utterly fascinated by this woman and he felt like he was lying to her because he had zero intention of letting this last one night. He already wanted more.
She was the one.
It was stupid and way too soon, and he knew he was being ridiculous, but he also knew that this woman lying between him and Keane was the one.
“Why did you decide to role-play?” She’d been thoughtful after her second spanking of the evening. Keane was a hardass but it seemed like she was too, only in a more literal way. She seemed to crave a hot hand on her backside. The way she responded, her whole body flushing, the smell of her arousal hitting the air, all of it pointed to how well her needs dovetailed with Keane’s.
“Because you’re gorgeous and I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you and it felt like you needed something more than vanilla sex. A little more than D/s sex,” Keane growled. He was naked. They all were and it felt comfortable.
Usually they left after the sex was over, though they were just taking a break right now. He didn’t think tonight would go the way it typically went. He would try to get her to stay with them.
And in the morning he would figure out what her name was. He would start with her friend. Bobby Farley. Social media made things so easy.
“I like lust at first sight as a trope,” she said with a grin that threatened to stop his heart. She was so fucking sexy lying there between them, her nipples hard and mouth soft.
“Huh? What is a trope?” Keane turned on his side, his hand going to her breast. “This sounds like smart-girl stuff.”
She chuckled lightly. “I don’t know about that.”
Garrett liked to think of himself as a smart boy, and he didn’t mind showing it off. He liked to understand the women in their life. “I believe our Red is a fan of romance novels. A trope is something that happens so regularly in novels it becomes a part of the genre. Like instalust or instalove.”
She turned his way, brows going up. “That is an excellent definition. And yes, I am a big-time reader, hence my weird academy fantasies. But I do think lust at first sight is far more common than the other.”
So she loved romance novels but wasn’t big on romance. Likely because she didn’t trust it. Someone had done a number on her, but he could handle it. He would figure out what her problem was and teach her that she could trust them. Count on them. Rely on them.
Love them.
“I do think love requires more time,” he agreed, though not entirely. He wouldn’t say he loved her. He would say she was the first woman he’d met in a long time who he felt strongly that he could love. That they could love.
Keane wasn’t big on the word love, but it was okay. He could say it enough for both of them. It was one of the ways they worked as partners. Keane struggled to trust, and Garrett went all in way too fast. Balance.
Damn, he was the golden retriever.
He knew too much about romance novels. He leaned over and took one of those gorgeous nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and loving how her body reacted. He pulled back. “But lust can absolutely be instant.”
Keane’s hand cupped her other breast. “Instant but lasting all night long.”
Red’s head fell back and she groaned. “I swear you two are going to kill me.”
“That is not in my plans,” Garrett told her.
Red’s breasts were full and luscious. He leaned back over as Keane did the same. They both took her nipples in their mouth and sucked until she was breathless and her legs moved restlessly.
“I have to confess,” she began, “I like the symmetry of having two men. This is my first threesome.”
“Oh, there’s a lot to like about ménage, sweetheart,” Keane said in a low drawl and he kissed her. “One of us is always ready. And four hands on your body is much more fun than two.”
Keane focused all his attention on her.
Garrett watched, enjoying how their mouths fused together. Keane actually wasn’t big on kissing. He loved the dirty stuff, adored the kink and discipline, but he shied away from the tender stuff. So it was nice to see the different side Red brought out in his best friend.
She softened around him, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. All of the awkwardness was gone now, lost in the pure comfort of their bodies fitting together.