Four Always Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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One of them pulls my shirt over my head. “What’s this sexy thing?” Maddox asks.

I freeze, mortified, instantly realizing what he’s seeing. I hadn’t been expecting to come over here tonight, and if I had, I wouldn’t have expected to come straight from the shelter. I completely forgot about the shapewear bodysuit I’m wearing. I wear it regularly, but with the expectation of sexytimes, I purposely didn’t put it on when I came over here last night because I didn’t want them to see it.

“Ugh, it’s not sexy,” I say. They’re only seeing the top part, which though it’s more functional than pretty, definitely isn’t as embarrassing as the bottom. It goes halfway down my thighs, has built-in butt-lifting panels, and even though it makes clothing look more flattering, viewed by itself, I appear to be stuffed into a sausage casing. The shapewear is a drab beige color, and there was no effort made by its manufacturer to make it look pretty in any way.

“What’s wrong?” Chase asks. He looks confused; they all do. They’ve probably never been with a woman who felt she needed such a garment.

“I wear this to keep things smooth under my clothes. Keep my curves in check,” I tell them. “You weren’t meant to see it.”

Dodge is frowning. “It looks awfully tight. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

I shrug. “I mean, it’s not exactly a pair of comfy sweats, but it’s okay.” I actually hate it, and have felt lightheaded a few times on hot days, but I hate how my body looks without it even more.

“Your curves are beautiful,” Diesel says. “You don’t need to try to disguise them.”

“Let me just go take this off. I’ll be right back.”

I attempt to step out from between them, but Chase takes my hand. “How about if we take it off for you? And we can show you, inch by inch, just how perfect your body is.”

I’m still cringing when they start and I’m tempted to protest, but within seconds, the men have made me completely forget that I’m wearing the ugly thing. They take their time, kissing, licking, sucking, stroking, and I’m in a fog of lust by the time I’m naked, feeling beautiful, cherished, and utterly desirable.

Dodge picks me up and carries me upstairs to a different bedroom than last night. Though I don’t need them to make a show of it, I do order them to strip off their clothes, and when they’re naked, I suck on each of their cocks, savoring the taste of them in my mouth, stopping before bringing them off, because I also very much want them in my pussy.

I thought the night before was amazing and intense, but tonight they show me that they were just getting started. They blow my mind with their passion, their intensity, and their skill.

At one point, when Chase is pistoning in and out of my pussy and I’m stroking both Dodge and Diesel, Chase slows and then stops, twisting to look behind him.

“What’s the matter?” I ask.

A short bark answers my question, followed by a long howl.

“Looks like Barnes woke up,” Dodge says.

Diesel crosses to the dresser, picks something up, and crouches down to the dog’s level. “Here you go. That’s a good boy. Go enjoy your treat.”

We all watch as Barnes takes the chew stick that had been in the shelter’s goodie bag and trots back out the door, content.

“You sure were prepared,” I tell Diesel.

“And I was never even a boy scout,” he says, grinning.

I don’t even try to go home before the morning, and we have another wonderful night together. I have to work at the bakery the next day, so I set an alarm on my watch and get up early. I’m sore when I walk to the bathroom, and the ache between my legs makes me smile with every step.

Chase meets me when I come out. “I made coffee for you,” he says, his rough morning voice just above a whisper.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that. I usually have coffee at the shop.”

“Do you have time to have a cup with me before you go?” It’s getting harder and harder to say no to them about anything. Chase’s usually close-trimmed facial hair is looking delightfully scruffy, and his sleepy morning eyes add a layer of vulnerability to his usually tough exterior.

“Sure. What are your plans today?” I ask, as he gets milk out of the refrigerator. I know they don’t have a show tonight.

“Quality time with our new buddy, for one thing,” he says. Barnes spent the night on a dog bed in the bedroom, and was still sleeping when I crept out a short while ago. “And I have paperwork and other stuff to do at the club later. Website updates too.”

“You wear a lot of hats,” I say.

“On stage and off,” he says, a corner of his mouth turning up.


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