Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 106090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Patience has its rewards,” he rasps, his fingers digging into my hips, guiding me as I position myself over him. I sink down slowly, savoring the way he fills me, inch by delicious inch, my body still sensitive from the first round. A low moan escapes me, and I rock my hips, setting a rhythm that’s about drawing out his pleasure, making him beg for more.
Knox shifts closer, his lips brushing my shoulder, then trails kisses down my spine. “Ride him hard, pretty girl,” he encourages. “Let him stretch that tight pussy of yours with his big dick.” His hand slips between us, finding my clit again, rubbing in slow circles that match my movements. I gasp, leaning forward to brace myself on Liam’s chest, my breasts brushing his skin as I pick up the pace.
Liam thrusts up to meet me, his hands roaming to squeeze my ass, pulling me down harder with each stroke. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, his head tipping back, exposing the column of his throat. I lean in, nipping at it, sucking a mark that mirrors the ones they’ve left on me, claiming him right back.
The intensity builds again, faster this time, my body coiling tight around him. Knox’s fingers don’t let up, and he reaches around with his other hand to pinch my nipple, twisting just enough to send a spike of pain-laced pleasure straight to my core. I cry out, my movements turning frantic, chasing that peak once more.
Liam’s control snaps, his hips bucking wildly beneath me, driving deep. “Come with me,” he demands, his voice strained, and that’s all it takes. The orgasm hits me like a thunderclap, ripping through every nerve, my vision blurring as I clench around him. He follows with a shout, spilling inside me, his body shuddering in release.
We collapse together, a sweaty, satisfied heap, with Knox wrapping his arms around us both. Outside, the city hums on. In here, our breaths sync in the quiet.
Later, tangled in sheets that need washing, Liam traces patterns on my hip.
“New Year’s Eve,” he says. “That’s when we face everything?”
“That’s when we start,” Knox confirms.
Four more days. The three of us.
I close my eyes, pressed between two heartbeats. My apartment with its dried roses and dark walls.
It’s not the cabin.
It’s home.