Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I blinked and accidentally glanced over at the next bed, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Holy hell. Master Greer was absolutely railing Archie while Corey and Sloan sixty-nined each other. And in the far back, past Noa’s bed, Mister Colt was fucking Kit’s mouth and making out with Mr. West. People I didn’t recognize were here too. And—oh fuck.
Too close!
I screwed my eyes shut, the pleasure building up too much, too fast.
“I can’t stop, Sir—please, please, please, please,” I blubbered.
“Hold it, boy,” Daddy growled.
He squeezed my cock tightly, and I cried out. Rigger rocked into me once more, panting and slowly coming down from his high.
“Please, Daddy! Please!”
When Rigger eventually pulled out and let James get started, I was sure I’d never been so desperate before. Sweating and crying, fighting to hold back, rigid like a stick, I was finally shown mercy. While James buried his tongue in me, Daddy held me up on my knees, and Rigger bent down and sucked my dick into his mouth.
“Now you can let go, little one,” Daddy whispered.
It was not pretty. Not even a second later, I fell apart. I couldn’t support my own weight. The bliss was too great. I had no strength left. Collapsing against Daddy’s side, I drowned in absolute euphoria. Rigger’s warm and wet mouth, James’s eager tongue—I was so done. I came hard, gasped and bawled, and decided right then and there that I had to show them—at some point—that I could be cute when I got off too. I didn’t always look like roadkill.
“I wanna stop crying, Daddy.” I sniffled and wiped at my face for the thousandth time.
“You’ll stop when you’re out of tears, sweetheart.” He hugged me to him right under the lukewarm spray. The water felt really good, just not good enough to get me to stop weeping.
It was like the hits just kept coming. First, Daddy had announced we needed a nice shower so they could inspect all my ouchies. Second, Rigger told me we’d cuddle and have snacks afterward. Third, James had pulled me close and said he couldn’t wait to fall asleep with me in his arms.
This was my brand of aftercare.
Daddy inched back and cupped my face in his hands. “You did so good tonight.”
I smiled and teared up all over again. “I really let go.”
“You sure did. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded and felt another set of arms hug me from behind. Rigger.
He kissed my shoulder.
James was next. He moved closer to the spray, and I threaded our fingers together.
Daddy leaned in and kissed him slowly.
I exhaled.
And sniffled.
“Are you asleep, honey?” I croaked through a whisper.
I sounded like death! My eyes felt super heavy too, as if I’d spent all of last night crying.
James barely stirred, but he did tighten his arms around me.
I drew a deep breath and stretched out. The curtains by the balcony danced in the wind, and each gust sent fresh air into the room. It felt nice and cool.
I had no idea what time it was, but it had to be in the middle of the night. It was pitch black outside the windows, and I was fairly sure Master Lucian was busy fucking Cam.
I yawned and glanced over there. Someone was riding someone anyway. And the Finlays were winding down with pillow talk.
Goodness, I was sore. Every time I moved around, something ached or twinged.
“I’m just saying, the cabin is so close,” someone whispered. I had a theory—it was Corey. I’d picked up a few words in the past ten minutes since I’d woken up. “Daddy, are you up?”
“Let him sleep, baby boy,” Greer muttered drowsily. “C’mere. Cuddle with us.”
“I wouldn’t turn down one or six tea cakes right now,” Archie mused. “You made me hungry, Master.”
I grinned to myself.
Greer chuckled sleepily. “One of the few nights we don’t have a kid wakin’ us up for no reason, and you two can’t stop yappin’.”
“And also, they’re not called tea cakes,” Corey replied. He was no longer whispering.
“I’m not saying it in Danish, love,” Archie said dryly. “It sounds like you’re about to throw up.”
Greer found that funny. “Let’s be honest. It ain’t the sexiest language.”
“I wanna hear it!” Welcome to the show, Noa. “Talk Danish to me, Corey.”
“Here’s how you say cream in Danish, Noa,” Archie said. “Fl-uuuuhh.”
Noa cracked up hard.
“That’s so not it!” Corey exclaimed.
“Christ, I just got him to fall asleep, boys,” KC grumbled.
I snickered behind my hand.
“Sorry, buddy,” Greer chuckled. “Wrong venue for peace and quiet, I’m learnin’.”
“Why does Nora poke fun at Danes?” Archie wondered.
“Because she’s Swedish,” Corey huffed. “It’s what they do. They’re jealous because we’re better.”
Greer yawned. “I met some Swedes in Afghanistan. They’re pretty badass in the field, but it’s tough to get them to unclench.”
“Hard to unclench with a big stick up your butt,” Corey quipped.