Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
It wasn’t long before I was losing my battle. The sensations rushing through me stole the last air out of my lungs and catapulted me into the abyss. Or maybe it was River who pushed me off the cliff. Either way, I was fucking soaring and coming harder than I had in a long time.
Reese let me come up for air just until he deemed I’d ridden the last wave of my orgasm, and then he was coming down my throat.
I swallowed and gagged, swallowed and choked. Fucking hell, I needed to breathe.
Had River even gotten off? He was slowing down, so I hoped he had.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Reese panted.
He pulled out from my mouth and fell back against the headboard, breathing almost as heavily as I was.
“I need a water break,” River said hoarsely.
Reese blew out a breath. “Pizza. I need pizza. Then we’re switchin’ places.”
Lord, don’t have mercy on me, thank you. We were going again. After pizza.
I woke up the next morning, sore as fucking hell, with the sunshine pouring into my bedroom.
Make it stop.
I squinted and rolled over, for some reason immediately aware of my two guests being gone. Probably because it’d been a tight fit with three grown men in a queen bed.
What was—oh. True to his word, Reese had left a note. It was attached to my alarm clock.
Let’s meet up again, West.
You’ll hear from us when we’re back in town.
I mustered a drowsy smile before I rolled out of bed to close the blinds.
I was not done sleeping.
ONE BY ONE ONLINE
You are now friends with Nap Oleon
You are now friends with Drivein Rain
I scratched my head, wondering who was River and who was Reese, but my confusion didn’t last for long. One of them was quick to send me a private message.
Hey, West. As promised, we got Facebook just for you. We don’t use our real names, and that goes for anyplace online. If you’re wondering who I am, I’m the one who can drive in the rain, unlike any other person in this forsaken town, and I railed your throat pretty damn good the first time we met. Then I took your ass.
I smashed my lips together and scowled at my computer screen.
Reese, that fucker.
For the record, I could drive just fine in the rain.
CHAPTER 2
A few months later
Reese Tenley
Christmas in July just wasn’t my thing, even when the celebration took place at a kink party—and I loved Christmas. Granted, I looked hot as fuck in a Santa hat, but even I had limits.
This party was weird. Some rich guy West knew hosted it in his giant backyard, and everyone was required to wear a Christmas-related decoration or outfit. Hence my hat—and River’s two Sharpie’d ornaments on his hand that just looked like a pair of balls. He’d drawn them on the way over here.
That was where Christmas ended. The cocktails were flowing and ranged in hues of pink, blue, and orange. The pool was packed with men in skimpy briefs in bright colors. The food…
River returned from the buffet with two paper plates and a scowl.
I’d snagged us a high-top table close to the bar. Because of course this guy had his own tiki bar.
“This is some bullshit,” Riv muttered. “Only an insane person would cut their pizza into squares.”
“Or someone from Chicago.”
“We’re sayin’ the same thing.”
I grinned and took a swig from my beer. My brother was pissy today. He blamed jet lag. We’d just come back from six weeks in Mali.
I’d promised West we’d show up, though. We’d had to cancel the last event he’d found for us, and I didn’t want that guy to slip through our fingers. Lucas West was social, easygoing, evidently attracted subs like nothing else, and he was seriously good in the sack. River and I would benefit from having him as a friend.
West was currently surrounded by a gaggle of subs on the other side of the pool.
If I ever convinced River to start a kink community with me, West was going to play a key role in recruiting members. We’d only met up twice before today, and the second time had settled things for me. I mean, the first time had been about something else. He’d had a goal—he’d wanted to get laid. Plus, the theme had been sadism. The second event, however… Way too soft for River and me, yet it’d shown a side of West that intrigued me. I could see the Daddy Dom in him now. He wasn’t particularly interested in taking things further with many of them, but he was naturally nurturing, kind, and patient around subs on the Little spectrum. And boy, did they love him.
I could learn a thing or two from him. ’Cause I was interested in exploring Daddykink too. I just didn’t know how to handle that kind of submissive. One of them had run up to me earlier to offer me a drink, and I’d felt awkward and stiff. I didn’t know what to say—I was wired to punch the daylights out of someone for smiling that widely, because it usually meant that person had the upper hand. The look of triumph meant your opponent had been defeated, not just that you were fucking happy.