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)
“You gonna let me go?” I teased him, trying to wiggle away just to see if he’d let me go.
“Never,” he rumbled. But he loosened his grip and propped himself on one elbow, surveying me like he’d just found a hundred-dollar bill in a parking lot and couldn’t believe his luck.
We stared at each other for a long moment, the kind that would have felt awkward with anyone else. With Crush, it felt content. We didn’t need to fill the silence or fall on each other and fuck like rabbits. We simply enjoyed the few moments alone together.
Finally, he reached over and trailed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. His hands were large and sure, but he touched me like I was the finest spun glass. “How you feelin’?”
I stretched, feeling every sweet, lingering ache in my body. “Sore and exhausted. In the best way.” I knew my smile was wide and excited. “After the most wonderful night. I don’t want to miss a second of whatever happens today.”
He stroked my cheek before leaning in to kiss me gently. God, I loved kissing! I never had before but with these two men the sensations were overwhelmingly delightful. “Not a chance, baby. You won’t miss a second because we won’t let you. We don’t want to miss a thing either.”
“We should probably go down and see what your brother’s cooking up,” I said, though I made no move to actually get out of bed. “It smells amazing.”
Crush ran his hand down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my hip. “He’s showing off for you. Byte’s scrambled eggs are legendary, but he usually can’t be bothered to cook them for anyone but himself.”
I giggled softly. “Good to know I rate high enough for Byte’s legendary eggs.”
With obvious reluctance, Crush pulled away and sat up, the sheet pooling around his waist before he swung his legs over the side. When he stood, the sight of his deliciously rounded ass with muscled hollows at the sides when he moved, made my mouth water. The morning light highlighted the contours of his back, the intricate tattoos spanning his shoulders shifting as he reached for his discarded boxer briefs. I couldn’t help but stare, admiring the raw power contained in his body.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked without turning around, somehow sensing my gaze on him.
“Very much,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks warm but not willing to play coy. “Nice ass.” I scrambled up and crawled to him before he could get his boxers on and smacked his ass.
He laughed. “So you want to play it that way, huh?” Then he lunged toward me, tickling my sides mercilessly. I shrieked and fought back weakly, but, honestly, how does one fight back in a tickle war when they’re ticklish?
The playing ended with Crush’s solid weight firmly on top of me with his hips between my legs. He kissed me with slow, languid thrusts of his tongue. When he finally ended the kiss I was moaning beneath him, eager for more of what we’d shared the night before.
“Better get dressed before I change my mind about letting you out of this bed.” His wicked grin did nothing to quell the building lust, but it did make me smile.
He pushed off me before tossing me one of Byte’s shirts. I slipped the shirt over my head and found my underwear tucked half under the pillow. As I pulled them on, I caught Crush watching me with a heat in his eyes that made my stomach flip. If we didn’t get downstairs soon, we definitely weren’t getting breakfast.
“You two get your asses down here. No hanky-panky before breakfast. Our girl needs her strength.” Byte’s voice rang clear and happy from below us in the kitchen.
“You heard the man.” Crush reached for my hand. “Food before hanky-panky.”
The cabin floor was cool against my bare feet as we descended the narrow stairs to the main level. Byte stood at the gas stove, his back to us, flipping something in a cast iron skillet. He wore only sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his hair still mussed from sleep. He turned at the sound of our footsteps, a smile spreading across his face when he saw me.
“Morning, sleepyheads,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Thought you might sleep through breakfast.”
“Not a chance,” I replied, crossing to him and rising on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. The casual intimacy of the gesture surprised even me, but Byte just grinned wider and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against his side to kiss my temple.
“Gonna have to deal with instant coffee,” he said, nodding toward the water kettle on the back burner seconds before it started screaming. Byte let me go to turn off the burner and the shrill whistle faded to nothing. “Figured we could all use the caffeine.”