Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I like playing with big, hard cocks. Why do you ask?
He isn’t a bad-looking man, but I have no desire to play with him, or with any other man besides my three. I start to suspect that all the attention John is paying me right now is not a coincidence, but I don’t want to know. I want to keep my worlds from colliding for as long as possible.
So I keep my responses polite and proper, but as brief as possible, and don’t ask him questions in return. My parents do, however. John, it turns out, is a teacher at the new private high school affiliated with my church. He tells us all about it, and I’m grateful it didn’t exist when I was that age.
Finally, after what feels like several eternities, I’m able to make my excuses and leave. Aaron had mercy on me, for some reason, and didn’t report that I snuck off with Gray in the middle of the service. I should probably thank him, but the last thing I want to do is remind him of it.
All I can think is that I need to see Gray, need to talk to him about what happened. I know he’s working this afternoon and evening, so I head home to change.
While I’m getting ready, Erik texts. “Brax and I are hanging out. Want to join us?”
I text back: “Going to Metro Station. Come with me.”
Ten minutes later, we all take Erik’s car to the casino. Gray’s behind the bar, and the look on his face when the three of us walk in makes me feel like it’s Christmas and my birthday rolled into one.
We stay there for hours, drinking, having bar snacks for dinner, and talking about anything and everything. Gray and I don’t say anything about what happened at church; it’s just there, a shared experience binding us together. It feels like we got away with something deliciously sinful … if we did.
Erik and Brax catch the mood, even without us discussing it. All four of us are more relaxed together, almost like we’re a unit. Like we belong together. I can feel the rightness of it, and it makes my heart hurt.
Giving any of them up feels beyond impossible now. But can I really convince them to stay? To share me, when each of them could easily have some far more sexually confident woman all to himself?
And what will happen to my life if I go down that path? I can’t expect Aaron’s silence to last. I have to assume that my life will explode, implode, in all sorts of painful ways.
But for now, for tonight, I have them all, and it’s beautiful and magical and the most wonderful thing. I sip one drink slowly, then another, and we stay until Gray’s shift is over.
Then he invites us all back to his place.
AVA
We settle in the living room, but it feels different than the other times we’ve been together. The earlier sense of camaraderie, now that we’re alone, has taken on extra weight, become charged with expectation.
I’m not nervous, not the way I was when our dating experiment started. I know something more is going to happen tonight, and I want it to. I’m ready for the next step.
I’m sitting between Erik and Brax, while Gray lounges in a chair a few feet away. When I look his way, he arches an eyebrow in challenge, as if he can read my mind. Maybe he can. “Well, lovely Ava?”
In answer, I hold out a hand, and he comes and pulls me to my feet and into his arms. His kiss turns my core to liquid heat, and I melt against him, losing myself in his scent, his strength, the dark promise of him that’s lured me from the start.
When he lifts his head, I’m soaking wet between my legs, and Brax and Erik have risen to their feet on either side of me. “Ava,” Erik says, taking my hand. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes,” I tell him. “It wouldn’t be right without all of you here.”
“Okay.” He pulls me to him for another kiss. Behind me, Brax lifts my hair and starts kissing up and down my neck and across my shoulders. Gray sinks to his knees and runs a hand up my bare calf.
The three of them undress me, slowly, touching and kissing every inch of my flesh as it’s exposed. The steadily rising flood of sensation shorts out my conscious brain. With every shiver, gasp, and moan, I turn into a barely-sentient puddle of lust.
When I’m down to my bra and panties, I’m facing Brax, who’s just broken off another long, thorough kiss. He brushes his thumb across my swollen lower lip. “Still okay, darlin’?”
It takes me a moment to form words. “Yes. Very okay.”
“Good.” With that, he lifts me into his arms, and with Gray leading the way, he carries me up to the bedroom.