Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Inundated with lust and breathing hard, I sway a little trying to get to my feet.
Bridger makes an impatient sound and tosses me up on the desk, shoving my thighs open. His upper lip is dotted with sweat and his eyes are on fire. Fire. The control has deserted him and a groan near the door tells me I’m not the only one who has noticed. Seeing him like this is breathtaking. Intoxicating. And I can do nothing but lean back and spread my knees eagerly, moaning at the feel of his huge body crowding between them.
My oldest stepbrother throws his tie over his shoulder so it’s out of the way, before gripping his turgid sex and guiding it to my opening. Remaining poised there for a moment while he struggles for control. Control he never finds. “It’s Daddy’s turn,” Bridger growls, slamming deep, scraping the desk backward on the office floor. “Say it.”
“It’s Daddy’s turn,” I whimper, writhing on his pulsing arousal.
“You say it, too,” Bridger calls hoarsely to the presence over my shoulder.
I hear Jacob repeat the words, though it’s almost a whisper. And the sound of flesh being stroked behind me picks up in pace, sounding wetter, more and more urgent.
Bridger groans up at the ceiling and starts to thrust.
He doesn’t start slowly.
He’s a hundred miles an hour, right out of the gate. And it’s everything we need.
All three of us.
After the slow, tortured build between me and Jacob, I need the hard, driving, relentless punch of Bridger’s steel inside me. Jacob is openly moaning now. His older brother is snarling against my forehead, his hips slapping up against me at a rapid pace, his rough hands taking hold of my buttocks and yanking me into every violent meeting of our sexes.
He’s an animal. A wild animal.
“Is this what you both wanted to see, brother?”
The slapping strokes of flesh is the only response.
“I’ll fuck you whenever I want, little Zoe, is that clear?”
My back arches as if pulled on a string. “Yes, Bridger. Yes.”
“Is that clear?” he rasps to the man near the door.
“Yes.”
“There are no rules when the pussy is this goddamn good. None.” He snaps at my earlobe, his hold on my backside turning bruising—and I sense Bridger’s and Jacob’s eyes meet over my shoulder. “Or when the cock is so sweet.”
Jacob heaves a curse behind me, followed by the wet sound of him releasing on the floor. And it’s a chain reaction. Bridger snaps completely, ramming into me with breathtaking ferocity and I’m taken away on a stream of pleasure, my sex clenching and weeping around the thick shaft buried inside me. My oldest stepbrother follows, his muscular body stilling, seizing, and shaking like a washing machine on the spin cycle. This is it. The true end of his tether and the sight of it prolongs my orgasm until I’m limp and replete on the desk, Bridger still rocking the last of his spend into me. Endlessly. Purposefully.
Still panting, Bridger closes a hand around my throat, pulls me toward him for a hard, tongue-lacing kiss. “Wonder whose baby it’ll be.”
I fall back and land against Jacob’s chest, and the three of us cling together, like the last remaining inhabitants of a civilization…and now we have no choice but to build our own.
Form our own three-person country. Follow our own twisted dictates.
But the beginning of something new and worthwhile never came without obstacles…and we had a final one to face.
7
Zoe
I’m swimming in the hotel pool the following night. God knows I don’t need the extra exercise after two extremely strenuous days with my stepbrothers, but I did need some space to think. Bridger and Jacob almost cancelled another round of meetings to keep me tied to the bed, but apparently there was a billion-dollar acquisition on the line, so they left with the promise to be back in the evening.
My legs barely have the strength to kick and my skin is ultra sensitive, so the cool water feels nice flowing over my muscles. Water has always helped me when I have an important decision to make and I need all the help I can get now.
After just two days with these men, I’m beginning to consider putting off traveling for a while—and that scares me. I’m not the kind of girl who just changes her plans for…two very well-endowed billionaires who treat me like spun gold.
Right?
I snort beneath the water and kick off the wall, starting another lap, ignoring the burn of my muscles. If I keep giving Bridger and Jacob inches, they’re eventually going to take the whole mile. I’m not going to sneak around behind their backs anymore to do product testing. But I have to find a way to convince them I’m a physically capable adult. And that I need the adventure. Need the outlet. And yeah, maybe even a little danger.