Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Right next to his dick.
“This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting,” Loki said in a raspy voice.
“Complaining?” Remy asked.
“Fuck, no.”
“Men.” She snorted. “It always comes back to a blow job.”
Not that she’d know. She’d given a few to a guy she’d dated in high school. Until he’d cheated on her. After she’d told Loki what happened, that guy had come to school with a black eye and limping.
Her protector always had her back.
She’d had a few other boyfriends. But no one in years.
Because you’re in love with your best friend.
“Does it?” Remy said, rubbing his hand over her ass. She was wearing a pair of soft pink sweatpants that had sequins down the side and a matching hoodie. “Because as much as I like the idea of my dick in your mouth, the thought of it in your pussy is even more enticing.”
Oh. Holy. Heck.
She turned her head, trying to look up at Loki. Was he upset with what Remy said? Was he thinking about fucking her?
Good. Lord.
She rubbed her thighs together.
“I’ve never had one so I can’t comment,” Loki said huskily. “Fuck.”
“Wait . . . you’ve never had a blow job?” she asked.
Loki groaned. “I can’t believe I told you both that. Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
Oops, he sounded like he was getting annoyed. She needed to fix this. Quick.
“It’s all right, I’ve never had an orgasm by someone else’s hand but my own. Or my rainbowrator.”
“Your what?” Remy asked.
“What?” Loki asked. “I should have known. That asshole, Leonard couldn’t find a clit with a map and a giant X. Fucker. Should have broken his nose, too.”
“What?” Remy asked.
“Asshole who took her virginity, then cheated on her.”
She groaned and buried her face into Loki’s lap. This was not the way she was expecting her night to go.
Well, she wasn’t entirely sure what she’d been expecting.
Just that this wasn’t it!
“What a fucking dick,” Loki said.
“Yes, we all know that!” she cried. “Can I just die of embarrassment?”
“Not until you tell me what the fuck a rainbowrator is,” Remy said in a low voice.
Oh. Crap.
“It’s her vibrator,” Loki supplied. “It’s rainbow-colored and it has a knot.”
“It has a what?” Remy asked at the same time as she slapped Loki’s thigh.
“Loki! You don’t need to tell Remy that.”
“Why shouldn’t he tell me that, baby?” Remy asked in a low drawl.
Oh hell.
When he talked like that, she melted.
“B-because it’s embarrassing! Can you guys let me up?”
“Nope,” Remy said. “Think we can agree we like you just where you are.”
“Yep. We sure can agree on that,” Loki said huskily.
“And nothing is embarrassing between us,” Remy added.
“You’re not the one with a giant rainbow knot vibrator,” she cried. “That everyone knows about!”
“Not everybody,” Loki said, sounding offended. “I wouldn’t tell anyone else.”
“Need to see this vibrator,” Remy said.
“No!” she cried. “Absolutely not. I am putting my foot down.”
“Uh, Tink, you’re lying down,” Loki told her.
“And you’re being deliberately obtuse,” she replied snootily. “I demand to be put on my feet, and then I plan to hide in my room until I am a hundred and three.”
“With rainbowrator?” Loki teased.
“Yes! We’re going to be very happy together. We’ll get married, have little rainbowrators and live happily-ever-after.”
“Hmm. Think Loki and I might protest that.”
“You can’t. Because rainbowrator and I are gonna be very happy together.”
“Until you run out of batteries,” Loki teased.
“Grr!”
“Baby,” Remy said in a low, soothing tone. He drew her up onto his lap, her legs straddling his. Grabbing her chin, he drew her face up. “Look at me.”
“I can’t!”
“Aww, Tink, I’m sorry,” Loki said, sounding genuinely upset. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Oh, great.
Now she felt bad. She wasn’t hugely upset. It was just . . .
“I haven’t had sex in years,” Loki said. “Since well before I was discharged.”
She turned her head toward him. “Really?”
“Really.”
Oh my God. He didn’t know how much better that made her feel. There had been a number of nights when he wasn’t home where she’d wondered . . .
“It’s only been you for me, Tink. For a long time. Probably longer than I should admit.”
“Oh that’s . . . that’s so sweet. You didn’t get a blowjob because of me.”
“Yeah, but now I’m worrying that the instant your lips touch my cock I’m going to erupt like a volcano.”
“Yeah, most likely,” she said in a serious voice.
“Hey, you brat!” Reaching over, he started tickling her.
Remy let out a groan, grabbing hold of her hips. She stilled, staring down at him in worry. “You might have to stop that, or I’ll be the one erupting. And at forty-two I’m far too old for that.”
“Has it been a while for you too, old man?” she teased.
“That’s enough of the old stuff, brat,” he said gruffly.
“Hmm,” she said. “Is it getting past your bedtime yet? Do we need to tuck you up into bed? With a cup of hot cocoa?”