Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Of course, the party’s still raging outside, but we don’t give a fuck. Hell, Sean could be here already, slapping backs and shaking hands as people congratulate him, but it doesn’t matter. We’ve tasted his ex-girlfriend’s mouth and delicious snatch already, and now with one hole left, it’s still too early to leave the privacy of the bedroom. After all, it’s not every day that someone like Kaci Stott comes along … and Brent and I are enjoying every moment of it.
4
Kaci
My whole body is sore from last night because Hunter, Brent, and I went at it for hours. The two men each took me in every hole until late into the night and they never even seemed to get tired. It was finally me who ended up begging for a reprieve.
“Please,” I panted, lying in a sweaty mess between two hard, bronzed chests. “Just five minutes for a rest.”
Hunter grinned before dipping his head to drop a kiss on my nipple.
“It’s okay, sweet girl,” he rasped. “We’ll let you have ten minutes even.”
“Are you working tomorrow at the Corinthian?” Brent asked idly before reaching down to stroke my asshole.
“Mmm,” I mewled, tossing my head a bit while spreading my legs. “No, but I just can’t take more right now. I swear, you’ve already stretched me thoroughly, and I’m leaking your fluids everywhere.”
“You’re right,” Brent growled, gently inserting a finger into my rectum. “And you look beautiful this way, but we’ll let you get your rest, honey. After all, there are two of us, but only one of you and it takes stamina to entertain two men.”
With that, Brent and Hunter let me grab a cat nap, and I collapsed into a dreamless slumber before they woke me again in the morning for another frenzied round of wild lovemaking. But now, I’m on my way to meet my friend Sydney for coffee. Thank god I don’t have to be at the Corinthian today, otherwise I’d be in bad shape!
I giggle as I put on the beautiful shoes Hunter and Brent gifted me yesterday. They’re so sexy, with the pink strap and acrylic heels. Of course, it’s totally inappropriate for coffee with a girlfriend, but I can’t help it. I want to show them off, and besides, the shoes go perfectly with the short, tight skirt I have on and my pink low-cut t-shirt. This is Vegas, after all. It’s fine to dress hoochie because it’s the norm for a lot of folks in show business.
Of course, my dad hates that I wear clothes like this, but what do I care? It’s not like I’m going to see Mike. Besides, my dad has all these old-fashioned ideas of what’s appropriate and inappropriate for young women. Mike’s even a deacon at our church, and it’s pretty annoying how he’s so preachy and rigid all the time. Thank goodness I don’t live at home anymore.
Another giggle escapes my lips. If my father knew what I was doing with Brent and Hunter, he’d definitely have a heart attack! Of course, any man would, but I don’t really care. Mike can lecture all he wants, but I’m going to enjoy myself because life is too short not to. Carpe diem, as they say.
Smiling, I slip my phone into the little clutch I’ll be using as a purse today, grab my car keys, and head out the door. Then, I clamber into my Honda Accord, which is difficult given that I’m about four inches taller than usual with these heels. Not only that, but driving in these stilettos is a weird situation. It’s not the heel itself, it’s the fact that I don’t have a feel for the pedals anymore, so the entire ride is a bit herky-jerky. But after about fifteen minutes (and no car accidents), I manage to get myself to the coffee shop and parked near the door. Then, I walk into Lady Sweets and find Sydney already at a small table in the corner with two piping hot cappuccinos in front of her. She lifts one up in greeting.
“Hey! Sorry I’m late,” I giggle while mincing over. Sydney merely smiles and stands to give me a hug. My buddy is a pretty brunette with big brown eyes who also works as a hostess at the Corinthian, which is cause for a lot of bonding.
“You’re not late, hon, I was just early. I was surprised you even texted to confirm our coffee date, seeing what happened yesterday.” Hmmm, I’m not sure what she knows and doesn’t know. As a result, I play dumb.
“What do you mean?” I blink innocently.
Sydney lets out an unladylike snort.
“Oh, please, you were so loud, Kaci! The whole party heard what you and Brent and Hunter were doing. My question is … did it feel good? Because it definitely sounded like it.”