Auctioned to the Lumberjacks Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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Stroking over and over her covered pussy, the heat of her increases with every pass. She swivels herself around to face me directly and drops her knees wide open.

My cock is throbbing for release, and the night is still stretched out before us.

I stand and lay her down on the rug in front of the fire, dropping my boxers to the floor and stepping out of them in a fluid movement. She watches me the whole time and moans at the sight of my huge length, which aches with violent need. Blood rushes to my head as I fist it tightly, watching as she removes her nightwear.

“Rub yourself, Skye. Finger your pussy but don’t come. Get yourself ready for me,” I growl, but I’m hungry, not angry.

She watches me as I give myself a couple of quick jerks to show her how ready I am. I move swiftly for someone so lumbering and rummage around in the cabinet next to the fire until I find what I want. We don’t have much call for curtain tiebacks, so these have been stored in the drawer for the better part of a decade.

As I approach Skye, she sits with her legs wide open and offers her wrists out to me with uncertainty. She knows what I like. She knows how good it can feel. I hope she knows I wouldn’t hurt her outside of where it feels good.

“Make it hurt,” she whispers.

She closes her eyes and inhales slowly. Her body trembles, but I’m unsure whether it’s the warmth of the flames beginning to work their magic or the anticipation of what I’m about to do to her.

Or is it fear?

She’s lost in herself and looks like she’s meditating, preparing herself for what’s coming next. Punishment or reward, depending on how you look at it.

Bringing my line of vision towards the doorway to the hall, I signal for Finn and West to come forward. They’ve been silent and observing, and I know that they heard everything.

Casting my gaze back to Skye, who’s waiting with her arms outstretched, still presenting her wrists to me, I step forward, drop to my knees, and bind them together.

She needs this, and I understand why.

I can release her from the shackles of her tortured heart and soul.

I can do that much for her.

I signal them both to approach further as Skye slowly opens her eyes.

12

SKYE

HIDING FROM THE TRUTH

Jack knows my truth. There’s no hiding anything from him anymore. He knows, and he cradled me while I cried and kissed me so sweetly my heart ached. He showed me the sympathy I never expected.

And now he’s found a way to give me what I need to step out of my turmoil for a while.

Guilt prickles beneath my skin for wanting to get lost in pleasure and pain when Hallie should be the center of all my focus, but missing her is destroying me, piece by piece. I have to find a way to preserve what little is left to fight for her.

The sound of feet on the hardwood forces me to twist. Almost entirely concealed by shadows, Finn and West enter from the hallway. How long have they been there? Did they hear my confession? Did they see me break and Jack attempt to put me back together?

Finn drops to his knees, bending so his face is close to mine. “Skye, is this what you want?”

He touches a tear that’s leaked from the corner of my eye.

“Yes.” I blink, and another tear comes loose. His eyes follow its path into my hair and are filled with so much concern it makes me want to weep more.

“Just forget about the contract tonight,” West says firmly. “We don’t have any expectations of you while you’re upset.”

My mouth drops open with surprise. I’m naked and bound on the living room rug, and he’s hard as a rock beneath his gray sleep shorts. But he’s prepared to let me get dressed and go to my room alone if that’s what I want.

I let my gaze pass over them all, realizing suddenly that they’re all different men than I thought. Or maybe different is the wrong word. The way they dressed my room before I arrived, protected me from Ethan, and gave me pleasure; all those things displayed their character. They were just overwhelmed by the darker aspects of restriction and Jack’s temper, which has now dropped away like a skin he’s outgrown.

Their kindness and care only make me want this more.

“I need this.” My voice is so raspy, but it has an urgency that they seem to understand. Finn looks first to West and then to Jack, and whatever passes between them leads to Finn kissing my lips with a gentle softness that wraps warmly around my heart. West drops to his knees, too, trailing his warm, calloused palm over my belly and breasts. The rough parts, developed by swinging an ax or wielding a chainsaw, make me shiver with every pass.


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