Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Jasmine stepped out in a golden yellow gown and robe, light and silky as if she were wrapped in light. She looked so beautiful it took my breath away.
22
JASMINE
The silk nightgown was too much, so romantic and thoughtful. I felt cherished and pampered. It was a strange sensation and not entirely comfortable for me since I didn’t feel like I deserved any of it. Jake was right when he said I had trouble with trust. Knowing that I was to blame for my bad choices in the past and the mess I was in now with my ex. It isn’t the Burns brothers I didn’t trust. It was myself.
Everything at the resort was like a fantasy world, a fairy-tale dream that couldn’t possibly be real. I knew I’d wake up and find it gone, believing I never deserved any of it. That it could never last.
But when I saw them waiting for me, rose petals on the bed, a flute of chilled champagne pressed into my hand, it felt real. It was like I’d slipped into a warm bath only instead of water it was the full-color intensity of my real life. I was completely present in the moment as I took a sip of cool, fizzy champagne and set the glass aside. I went to Drew first, knowing the lingerie was his gift. I held out my hands and he took them.
“Do you like it?”
I saw his fevered gaze raking me from head to toe and blushed under the heat of his eyes.
“Yeah,” he said roughly, “but not as much as I like you in it.”
“Thank you,” I said, and kissed his cheek.
Eli said, “We’re all in agreement that we want to be with you however you feel comfortable. We won’t overwhelm you or make demands. We want to make you feel good. Better than good.”
“You already do,” I said.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached my hand out for Ty who had made out with me on the plane and been so patient.
With aching slowness, he peeled back the robe and kissed my shoulder. Drew was there to ease the sleeves down my arms and leave a trail of kisses in its wake. Ty took my breast in his mouth through the delicate lace and worked the nipple with his tongue. I grabbed his hair and held him close, pressed him to my breast, my head thrown back in pleasure. I felt desire pool between my bare thighs as he worked the gown up, his hand skimming my leg.
I looked over my shoulder and Drew knelt there. I parted my lips, and he came to me, kissed me. Ty touched my belly, my hips, with deft fingers. I scooted back on the bed, spread my legs to welcome him. He took a bottle from Eli and stroked massage oil on my inner thighs, on his fingers as they traced my folds and slipped in to caress my clit. I was crying out in pleasure almost instantly.
Ty mounted me, slid his cock inside me and filled me as I came around him. The flutter of my inner muscles seemed to drive him wild. His thrusts were almost beyond his control as he came, whispered my name and kissed me. I rolled onto my side toward where he collapsed on the bed. He brushed my hair back and smiled. Jake was there then, his chest bare. I ran greedy palms over the planes of his chest. After the romantic lovemaking where I sat on his lap before, I expected more of the same. I was wrong.
Jake came to me, his eyes dark with passion, and pressed me down into the mattress. His arms bracketed my face until he filled my vision. He took one of my legs and hooked it around his hips, and the other he pressed back to my chest, opening me wide so I could take every thick inch of his big cock.
I reached for him, wanted to wrap my hand around his burgeoning shaft. He brushed my hand away and dragged his fingertips through the wetness between my legs, massaged my clit with his thumb. Even when I tried to shy away from the intensity of his direct touch, he held me there, relentless. Soon, I was begging.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a dark challenge.
“I want you to fuck me, Jake,” I gasped.
His grin was naughty as he took his thumb away and then pushed two long fingers inside me, stroking and pumping, readying me.
“Oh please, now,” I moaned when he curled a fingertip against my g-spot.
He twisted his wrist and let his fingers just lick my inner lips, my passage slick with want. I stretched my arms above my head and arched toward him, ready for his invasion, needy for him.