Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Gabe walks into the house calmly and takes a knife out of the wooden block. After shaking his head at the three of us huddled under the window, he goes back outside. And then there is the very distinct sound of a tire being punctured. “Happy?” Gabe asks.
The ex-wife is laughing.
“Not really,” mutters his brother.
“Well, I am,” Gabe says, letting the words hang in the air. “I’m happy. I don’t need you to feel guilty for me. Matter of fact, I don’t want it. There’s no reason for it when I’m this happy. You take up your space and I’m going to take up mine.”
“Is there any chance of us being…friends?”
“I don’t know.” Gabe doesn’t elaborate right away. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
“Well done, mate,” Tobias murmurs.
A moment later, Gabe steps over the threshold and marches into the kitchen. His attention zeroes in on me and he keeps coming, intention etched into his features. My pulse speeds into a haywire sprint as Gabe hauls me to my feet. My breaths already sound like hiccupping half-sobs and I don’t even know what’s happening yet. I’m not in the dark for long, though. Gabe leads me into the kitchen by my wrist, kneels long enough to tear my panties down my ankles, and then I’m being lifted, my ass slapping down on the kitchen table, rattling the remaining breakfast plates and orange juice glasses.
“I want some pussy.”
Slowly, I trace the growing ridge in his sweatpants with a single fingertip. “Then you better take it.”
I’ve enjoyed every second of having Gabe inside of my body. But when Banks hands him a condom and Tobias spits on my already dampening sex, allowing Gabe to buck home inside of me with a vile, gritted curse, there is a new, distinct difference in his energy. His confidence is tenfold. He’s not just making love to me with an air of gratitude like before, though that sentiment is still there in spades. No, he’s owning me. He’s looking me right in the eye and conquering me, because he was finally able to conquer some loose end in himself.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
He captures my throat and bears down harder, faster. “Don’t worry.”
The table rocks underneath us, silverware falling off the table. His hips are machines.
“Now, mate. That’s how you fuck our woman.”
Pressure is building inside of me and it’s no wonder. I’ve got this man huge and thick inside of me, the intensity and purpose in his gaze stealing the air from my lungs. And my other two lovers stand behind him, watching with unconcealed lust as I’m brought to the brink of screaming. No, I am screaming. A plate falls off the table and smashes on the ground. My toes curl up and that quickening sensation I became very, very acquainted with last night is starting to make itself known. It’s the kind of orgasm that only comes from the inside. No outside stimulation. Just the incessant rubbing of that deep, secret place and the knowledge that I’m the key to my man’s pleasure and the only way he can achieve his release is through this. This wild, animalistic rutting. This unabashed enjoyment of my body.
“Come on it,” he growls against my mouth. And before I can take a single breath, he’s pushing me down to the table, pinning me there with his hand on my throat and looming over me, entering me so swiftly now that there is barely a breath of time between one aggressive drive and the last. “I could never give enough back to you, Elise. Never. You’ve given me so much already. But I can protect you and feed you and make you moan, can’t I? I can fuck you the way you need it. Dirty and mean, baby. Come on it.”
The rush of pleasure is so sharp, it’s almost painful. My back wrenches off the table into an arch and I wrap my thighs around Gabe like a vise, holding him in a deep thrust and he grits his teeth, grinding it into me deeper, all three of them roaring in triumph while I shake, my muscles popping and straining. I’m trapped between this world and the next, my core flexed dramatically, my flesh converging on Gabe’s and rippling, squeezing. I don’t know how to come down. I’m lost up here and I can’t see the ground.
But finally I regain some sense of reality, thanks to Banks and Tobias kissing me in turn, their mouths moving on my neck and shoulders.
And Gabe is still hard.
I must have made that discovery out loud, because everyone’s heads move on a swivel. We look at him, then down at his still extremely erect penis. With a cocky smile, he pulls up his sweatpants and swaggers down the hallway. “I think I’ll save it for tonight,” he calls back over his shoulder.