Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I’d never felt so wanted, so desired in my entire life. Where Byte’s touch was clever and teasing, finding exactly the right rhythm to drive me wild, Crush had a masterful, consuming possession in every stroke of his hands. The way he claimed me with each brush of his calloused fingers against my sensitive skin made me fall deeper and deeper under their spell. They were so different, yet they complemented each other perfectly. That’s when I finally understood how and why they would want to share a woman. They didn’t care about the sex so much as they always worked as a team. If their story about their parents had been true, it made perfect sense for them to claim the same woman.
“I c-can’t! It’s t-too much,” I cried, another orgasm building impossibly fast.
“You can,” Crush insisted, his lips finding mine again. “Let go, River. We’ve got you. I promise we won’t let you fall.”
Byte moved his fingers just right, flicking his tongue rapidly over my clit, and I exploded. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, radiating outward from my core until every inch of me was consumed by it. I screamed into Crush’s mouth, my body spasming as waves of ecstasy crashed through me one after another.
Crush swallowed my cries, his kiss gentling as I rode out the aftershocks. Byte eased me through it, slowing his movements but not stopping entirely until I collapsed back against the pillows, completely spent.
“Holy shit,” I whispered when I could form words again. My limbs felt like liquid, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
Byte pressed a kiss to my inner thigh before moving up to lie beside me. My juices wet his mouth and his eyes were dark with his own arousal. “Good morning.” Christ, that grin of his should be illegal.
I laughed weakly, feeling oddly shy despite what we’d just done. “Wow.”
“The best way to wake our woman.” Crush grinned before kissing me again. He brushed my hair back from my sweat-dampened forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man his size. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his words. Outside, lightning flashed again, illuminating his face for a brief moment. The sharp angles of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes as he looked down at me made my heart stutter in my chest.
“You still with us?” Crush pressed a kiss to my shoulder, nipping slightly before kissing my shoulder again.
I nodded, not trusting my voice just yet. I felt both completely relaxed and somehow still wound tight, oversensitive and eager for more all at once. Crush shifted, and before I realized what was happening, he’d scooped me into his arms, lifting me against his chest as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck.
“Shower,” he said simply, carrying me to the stairs. They were narrow, but I knew Crush wouldn’t drop me. I still trembled with aftershocks and all this emotion inside me. In Crush’s arms I found safety in a way I’d never experienced before. Byte’s too. And more caring from each of them over a couple of days than from everyone I’d ever known in my life combined. Other than perhaps Mrs. Walsh, but she was sneaky. These guys didn’t do subtle.
As he carried me, I caught Byte’s eyes over Crush’s shoulder. The desire I saw there, mingled with something deeper, more profound, made my breath catch. This wasn’t just physical for any of us. And as terrifying as that realization should have been, all I felt was a bone-deep certainty I belonged with both of them.
Crush carried me into the bathroom and set me on the cool vanity top. The bathroom was small but with a very large walk-in shower that dominated one wall. Steam already fogged the mirror above the sink. Apparently, Crush had planned ahead for us. Which made me feel that much more cared for. Lightning flashed through the small window, illuminating the space in brief, electric bursts from the weakening storm.
“You good to stand?” Crush asked, his voice a low rumble that I felt more than heard.
I nodded, though my legs still felt like jelly from the intense orgasms Byte had given me. “I think so.”
Crush lifted me down carefully and paused to make sure I really could stand. I gave him a thumbs-up and he leaned in to kiss me before testing the water with his hand. He turned back to me and shucked his boxers before holding out his hand to me. I took it without hesitation.
I drank in the sight of him. Crush had a broad chest covered in various tattoos. I’d seen glimpses of his ink before, but now I could take in the full display across his pectorals and down his ribs.