Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I'm quick to clean the bottles and fix the warm milk, and I reluctantly let West feed Hallie, knowing how important it is for them to feel part of this. It's so sweet to see her stare at his handsome face, shadowed by his dark beard but lit up by his fascinated smile.
Finn wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into his lap. Jack rises to fix us drinks. Whiskey for them and spiked hot chocolate for me. He even plates up some chocolate biscuits, which we devour as they ask me questions about Hallie's first few months and when she'll be walking and talking.
"What do you think about having more kids?" Jack asks me.
Finn opens his mouth to chastise him, but I reach out for Jack's hand across the table. "I want a big family," I say. "A really big happy family."
His eyes light up in a way I haven't witnessed before, and he squeezes my fingers before letting them go and resting back against the back of his chair.
"That's good," he says softly. "That's really good."
Later, when Hallie is sleeping in my bed, surrounded by pillows, I shower and pull on one of Finn's old shirts, buttoning it just enough to keep me decent. I pad into the den, finding Jack in low-slung plaid pajama pants and West and Finn in boxer briefs, spread out on the couch and chairs surrounding the fire.
Music plays in the background, something with a soulful country twist. The lighting is muted, coming only from a lamp in the corner and the flicker of flames in the hearth.
They laugh at something I don't catch, but it quickly dies when they see me.
"Hallie's settled," I say, resting my butt on the arm of the sofa.
"That's good." West's heated gaze slides from my toes to the top of my thighs. When he licks his lips, my sex clenches.
Finn wraps his arm around me and tugs me into his lap, quickly realizing that I'm not wearing anything underneath the shirt he generously gave me.
"Holy shit," he says as the fabric falls open, revealing my bare breasts. His hand slides up my leg to cup my naked ass as his mouth finds mine.
It's a sweet kiss that turns heated like the strike of a match.
When I slide my hands into his soft, blond hair, he makes a plaintive sound in his throat. Then, driven by a need he can't restrain, he stands with me draped across his arms and strides through the house. Two sets of heavy footsteps follow us down the hall, and somehow, Finn manages to kiss me until I'm on my back, splayed in the middle of his bed.
He kneels between my legs as West and Jack flank him on either side.
The first night I arrived at the lodge flashes into my mind. I was so scared. Scared that they’d hurt me. Scared I wouldn't be enough to please them. Terrified they wouldn't keep me or that I wouldn't make it until the year was up and I could get my money. I buried so many other fears, too. That Carter would find me, that he'd hurt Hallie, that I'd never see her again.
None of those fears are with me now.
The need to bury my hurt with pain and pleasure is gone, and all that's left is heated desire and something softer. A craving to be held by the three gruff lumberjacks who bought me and risked everything to keep me safe.
As Finn unbuttons my shirt, baring my body to three sets of hungry eyes, I marvel at how fate has directed me to this place and to these men who've become my rugged heroes.
Finn presses his mouth between my legs, so hungry to taste me that he emits a pained groan. His thumbs dig into my thighs, keeping them wide, holding me down, but my hips writhe against the flick of his tongue and the suction of his lips. I melt against the warm comforter as he takes me apart, piece by piece, then puts me back together. I clench around nothing, grasping the sheets, desperate for the weight of his body, the press of his cock to fill me, the frantic urge that will drive him to his release. Jack grips my chin, forcing my eyes open to focus on him. He kisses me with a fierceness that tears at my heart, his hair tickling my forehead and cheeks, soft against the hardness of the rest of him. West's hands caress my body, fingering my nipples, squeezing my breasts.
They play me like an instrument of pleasure, and I open to them, my body, my mind, my heart.
They gave me back my life, and now I'm ready to give them everything I am.
"Please," I murmur against Jack's lips, and he licks a stripe up my jaw then whispers darkly, "We can take you all at the same time.”