Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"Tell us the truth, lamb," Braxton orders.
"Yes," she blurts.
I cup her right breast in my palm, earning a little cry of relief from her lips.
"Good girl," Braxton says.
"Jesus, Brax. She's a handful." I squeeze her tit through her lacy bra, leaking cum into my boxers like a faucet. Her tit overfills my hand, her nipple a hard point against my palm. "I can't fucking wait to see our marks all over these."
"Keep your mouth off of them until we get there," he snarls. "I don't want to wreck this car."
Lola whines her disappointment.
"It's okay, Lola baby. We'll make you feel real good when we get to the house." I nip at her throat again, raking my teeth down the tendon in the side of her neck. I ache to mark her right there so everyone knows she's been claimed, but I fight the urge. When we mark her, we do it together. I can't be greedy, not when Brax hasn't even gotten a taste of her yet. But that doesn't mean I can't play…or let him enjoy the show.
Drawing her shirt up her body with one hand, I yank the cups of her bra down with the other. She cries out as the lace rakes across her sensitive nipples. If anyone happens to look in our direction, they won't see anything. Braxton's windows are tinted within an inch of being illegal, and everyone is too focused on the road ahead to pay any attention to what we're doing anyway. Besides, this is Los Angeles. People fuck like rabbits all over this city.
"Pinch her sweet little nipples," Braxton growls from the driver's seat. "I want to hear her moaning your name."
She squirms in anticipation, her eyes dilated with desire. If she's still confused about what's happening between us, she doesn't voice it. She doesn't tell me no or try to stop me either. She's an eager little thing, panting with excitement as I tuck her shirt into the seatbelt to keep it out of the way.
"Do you like having your nipples played with, Lola?" I chafe them with my palms, teasing her. They're fat little peaks, as pink as her cheeks. If her cunt is the same color, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind when I get my mouth on it. I may never stop eating it.
"I don't…I don't know."
I freeze. So does Braxton.
"You don't know?"
"I've never…."
"Jesus Christ," Braxton breathes.
"She's a fucking virgin," I growl at the same time.
"Is that bad?"
Bad? God no. But it's painful as hell knowing she's untouched and we're stuck in this fucking car, in this fucking storm, unable to claim what belongs to us.
I pinch both of her nipples at the same time, twisting gently.
"Liam!" she cries out, her ass leaving the seat.
I flick my gaze up to look at Braxton, so fucking turned on I can't think straight.
"Get us there," I growl.
He grits his teeth and turns back to the road, his knuckles stark white around the steering wheel.
Chapter Four
Lola
"Liam," I moan, writhing in my seat. Rain sheets down outside the SUV and lightning splits the sky open with ferocious strikes. Thunder rumbles across the city in an almighty roar, but for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid. I'm too busy drowning in ecstasy to feel anything but bliss. Liam has his hands on my body and his lips at my ear. Braxton sneaks an occasional glance at us in the rearview mirror. The satisfaction glinting deep in his beautiful eyes convinces me this is really happening.
They're both here. Liam is touching me, kissing on me. Braxton is boldly staking their claim on me. They want the same things I do.
I'm not merely dreaming this time, destined to wake up alone in my bed with a piercing ache that won't go away and a heaviness in my heart that grows bigger by the day. I don't know what changed, how, or why, but right now, I'm not questioning it either.
"Fuck, sweet girl," Liam rasps in my ear. "When we get you naked, I'm not coming up for air until you make me. We're going to worship this beautiful little body until you're wearing our cum and dripping it from every hole."
I whimper at the thought, squeezing my thighs together as if that's going to help ease the throb between them. He hasn't touched me there, and I'm desperate for it. I'm equally as desperate to feel Braxton's hands on me. To be pressed between the two of them while they do whatever they want with me. I won't tell them no. God no, I won't.
"Which of us do you want first, baby?" he asks, plucking at my nipples. "Do you want Braxton to pop that sweet little cherry while I eat your cunt?"
"B-both," I gasp, my core clenching at the thought of him eating me while Braxton fucks me. I want it, but not the first time. I want them both in me at the same time, claiming me together. "I want both of you."