Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Was she making the right decision? Deacon looked at her over his shoulder, his smile full of emotions that clenched something deep inside of her.
“You okay?”
Mouth dry and head lightheaded, she reciprocated the smile and felt herself melt under his stare.
“Hey, guys. Your trip was good?” The sound of Thayer’s voice had her pulse racing like a freight train. She leaned to the side and looked over Deacon’s massive shoulders.
Thayer stood in the hallway, a pair of dark lounge pants slung low on his hips. His bare chest glistened with water, and his bicep bulged as he lifted it to towel off his hair.
When he removed the towel his normally sophisticated strands of dark hair were messy, reminding her of rolling around in the bed, their naked bodies sweaty and their breathing ragged.
Not letting her fear of the unknown change her mind, she moved past Deacon, running her hand down his arm and to his hand, before she strode to Thayer.
The surprised look on his face when she stopped in front of him had her smiling. She didn’t miss how his eyes flicked over her head to his brother.
When he brought his eyes back to hers they flared in his arousal. She slipped out of her jacket and removed her hat, throwing both of them aside. She toed off her boots, and even though she was still fully dressed, she felt completely bared.
The heat of Deacon behind her seeped into her body and warmed her instantly. She imagined herself standing on the surface of the sun, her arousal just as scorching as she ignited in flames.
Both brothers were throwing off enough heat that she started to sweat.
“Jessa—” She stopped his words by reaching up and gripping the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers.
At first he seemed unsure of her actions, but when she swiped her tongue along his bottom lip, and then the top, he groaned, and something snapped inside of him.
He pulled her roughly to him and devoured her mouth. He smelled so good, like fresh soap and that spicy aroma that naturally clung to him.
A moan tumbled from her mouth, and she clutched at him like her life depended on it.
He broke their kiss and trailed his mouth along her jaw. Sucking in air, she let her head fall back and absorbed the path of fire Thayer left in his wake.
She felt Deacon’s hands on her ass, gripping and massaging the cheeks. His erection probed her lower back whereas Thayer’s pressed against her belly.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” Thayer sounded as breathless as she felt. She couldn’t find the words, so instead she just nodded. They had to know and understand her answer would always be yes.
She let her hands slide down his chest, feeling the damp skin stretched over hard muscle. His small, male nipples moved under her palm.
She let her head fall forward onto his chest and couldn’t contain herself from slipping her tongue out and running along his taut flesh.
His pec flexed beneath her wandering mouth, and she felt his cock jerk between them. Deacon’s hands moved slowly up her ass, over her back, and finally pushed her hair away so he could latch his mouth onto the side of her throat.
Thayer lifted her head up with his finger under her chin and kissed her passionately. Having one brother at her lips and the other at her neck caused dual sensations to move through her.
Tearing her mouth away, she licked her lips and stared into his eyes.
She reached behind her and gripped Deacon’s side, pulling him closer to her until he grunted as his erection pressed even harder into her.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Chapter
Twenty
Jessa didn’t wait for their response, just slipped out from between them and headed into her room, but before she could slip inside Deacon had her turned around and pressed against his chest.
He kissed her hard and long, and when he stepped away to take his place beside Thayer, she felt a sensory overload looking at both of them. She had never thought men could be beautiful, but they were, in every conceivable way.
They took a step forward in unison, and she took one back. This dance of movement continued until she found herself in the bedroom and felt the edge of the bed meet her legs.
Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest. Deacon had taken off his coat and boots, but it was still too many clothes. She had never been so wanton before, and she felt like she could faint from her nerves.
Gripping the edge of her shirt, she peeled it over her head. She didn’t wait for them to tell her what they wanted, because she knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was both of them.
Her pants were the next article of clothing to go, and soon she was in nothing but her plain bra and panties. She had never felt as exposed as she felt at that moment.