Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Yes—”
“Too bad. What was your safe word, again? The one you think you’ll never have to use?”
Nolan must have missed something. Was she trying to force him to say it?
“Oklahoma.”
His head spun to glance at Cam behind him. Oklahoma? Cam could explain that choice later. When they were less busy.
She grabbed Nolan’s chin and turned his face until their gazes locked. No surprise, she wore a sly grin, confirming that she was purposely edging him.
“Do you have a safe word, Hot Stuff?”
Uh oh. “No.”
“Now you do. It’s Sequoia.” At least she picked a word familiar to him. He owned the one parked out in front of the cabin, after all.
“Sequoia.” Nolan repeated, testing how easily it slipped from his tongue.
“Will that work?”
Did he have a choice? “Yes, Mistress.”
“I doubt you’ll need it tonight, but it can’t hurt to be prepared.”
Hurt was an interesting choice of word. It would make his asshole pucker if Cam wasn’t already stretching it open.
Cam was about to lose his shit much sooner than expected if she kept playing with the setting on that damn vibrating toy shoved up his ass.
Normally, he’d be into it, but nothing about tonight was normal. This was unchartered territory for the three of them.
His teeth were clenched so tightly, he was surprised he hadn’t shattered them. A muscle in his jaw ticked fiercely as he continued to fight an orgasm.
It was too soon to come.
It was too soon to come.
Nolan ramming his ass into Cam’s cock before shifting forward to ram his cock into Hope was already making him unravel. Adding that damn toy, though…
Did she want this threesome to go sideways?
Two—or three—could play at that game.
He wrapped one arm around Nolan’s hips to indicate he should sit up more, and as soon as he did, Cam reached around the man with his other arm to find Hope’s clit. He just needed to make her forget she had that little torture device in her palm before she turned it up to the max setting.
Because if she did, he might end up flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water. Or scream “Oklahoma.”
Since he already said it once, he was determined not to say it again. He couldn’t wait to torture her until she cried out her own safe word. Shanti, wasn’t it?
But not this time. It would have to be when both he and Nolan could concentrate solely on her. Maybe in one of the playrooms up in Heaven.
Hell yes. He and Nolan might have to come up with a plan. Let her think she’d be in control, then turn the tables on her.
Tie her up and turn her ass red. Fuck her mouth, her pussy, and her ass…
Going down that rabbit hole was not helping his dilemma. In that moment, his goal was to get Hope to come soon, so Nolan and he could do the same.
Because Cam needed to come five minutes ago. That was the real torture. Not having a vibrating butt plug jammed up his ass.
Suddenly, Nolan began to pick up the pace, slamming back onto Cam and then forward into Hope. She threw her head back and cried, “Oh my God. That’s it. Right there. Both of you keep doing what you’re doing.”
He didn’t need that order. He had already planned on doing so since he was on a mission. And now it seemed so was Nolan. He was probably clinging precariously to his sanity, too. One of them had to go first and he needed it to be Hope.
Rocking forward from the impact of Nolan’s thrusts, she grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed. Of course she kept that damn remote securely in her other hand. Maybe if she didn’t have that, he wouldn’t be in such a panic.
Who was he trying to kid? He was fucking the man he’d lusted after for years. And that man was fucking the first woman in the last few years who Cam wanted more than once in his bed.
Cam dragged his fingers from her sensitive clit to where Nolan was pounding her, to the point where they connected. A place he had also claimed thoroughly.
When Nolan grit out a, “Fuck,” Cam pressed his face against his warm, damp neck and went back to thumbing Hope’s clit with a vengeance.
But instead of pushing back against Cam in another thrust, Nolan’s hips twitched and his asshole began to tighten.
Shit.
“Hold on,” Cam whispered against Nolan’s ear. “She’s almost there.”
“I—”
“Hold on. As soon as she comes, we can, too.”
“I’m not sure—”
“You can,” Cam said more forcefully. But then, what he was telling Nolan he was telling himself, too.
Hold on just a few more minutes.
But, damn, Nolan’s ass was so damn tight and he made it worse every time he clamped around Cam.
He wanted to cry with relief when Hope’s back arched, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened on a silent scream.