Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Had to wait in line, baby, but you’re worth the wait.”
“You still want me?” I asked, my voice a cracked whisper. There it was, the tiny kernel of worry that of the three of them, he and I had been the closest when we walked in this room. Had my sleeping with his two brothers made him disgusted with me? I had to know if his interest in me was gone, even though I felt like I might start crying if he said yes. He just shook his head, gave me an indulgent shadow of a smile, “More than ever. Julie, there’s nothin’ you could do to make me stop wanting you. Not ever. When it’s like this, when it’s you and me, I’d do anything. Nothing would be too much. Know that. Know what you’re worth to me, Julie.”
I dragged in my breath like I’d left it outside. I’d felt wrung out, glutted with the pleasure and attention Jeremy and Rory gave me. And Darren stood there telling me he’d always want me. It was enough to make a girl need a fainting couch.
While I was trying to think of the right thing to say to him, to let him know how much he meant to me, how much all of them meant to me, he stopped me from thinking at all. He was good at that.
Darren crowded up to me and kissed me, just moving forward, backing me up across the room till the back of my legs hit the bed. I kept my eyes open while I kissed him, looking at the dark brows, the furrow of concentration between them, the almost heartbreaking tenderness in how he touched me. He opened the belt of the robe I’d borrowed and spread it open. He’d discarded the jacket and tie but was still dressed to the nines from the party he’d worked security for earlier.
I unbuttoned his shirt while he braced himself above me. I loved looking up at him, those shoulders blocking the light, those arms bracketing me in. I couldn’t stop smiling until his mouth on my breast wiped the smile off my face. I surrendered. Me, with my independence and my refusing to accept help for as long as possible—I waved a white flag and just spread myself before him. I trusted him, all of them, that completely. Everything he did would be to make me feel amazing. I knew that. So, I stopped trying to take control and remove his shirt or angle my hips so my stomach looked flat or whatever. I stopped trying to manage everything and just let go. I was more than content to let Darren work his magic.
When he rolled onto his back, white shirt open to reveal that chiseled body, I looked at him in puzzlement. “We told you you’re in charge here. It’s all your choice. To be with us. I’m putting you in the driver’s seat,” he said.
I looked at that big, luscious man laid out before me and could not believe my good luck. He surprised me with his offer to let me be on top. Darren seemed so hard-core alpha, so into control. I liked him giving me the reins. Hesitating only a little I climbed on top of him, straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him. My bare breasts filled his open hands, and he worked my lips open to give me his tongue. A few strokes of that and he had me trembling and wanting more. I reached back for him, wrapped my hand around the fat shaft that waited for me. Below me, his eyes glittered dangerously. I levered myself up and lowered myself over him. His gaze was transfixed on the place where we joined. It felt so different being above him. I reached for his hands and laced our fingers together. Then I leaned in and kissed him, pressing his hands to the mattress beside his head. I worked him into my tight, slick passage. He nipped at my lips, soft sexy little kisses. The pressure of his invasion was deep and breathtaking when I finally took all of him in.
Darren sat up, taking me with him so I was in his lap, my legs around his hips and our arms around each other. We rocked back and forth, the closeness and intimacy almost unbelievable. I felt the unfurling of a dark, sensuous pleasure, diffusing through my limbs and working its way up my chest until I couldn’t breathe or think or speak. Darren and I were so in sync that I felt him tighten and tense as the roiling ecstasy built inside me. Silent and suspended as if between heartbeats, I felt myself suspended just at the edge of something so great and terrifying that I wasn’t sure I wanted it. Heart pounding, I started to pull away. Then Jeremy was behind me, kissing my neck and wrapping his arms around me, fondling my nipples, sucking that spot below my ear that sent sparks down my skin. In response, my hips jerked forward. Darren rocked right against my clit, putting pressure just where I needed it. The most intense, harrowing climax of my life rocketed through me. Ferocious pleasure streaked through me, wrung a scream from me. Darren made an almost animal noise through gritted teeth as he came. My whole body clenched and trembled, arms and legs thrashing as the pleasure went on and on. I couldn’t catch my breath. I wasn’t sure I could survive it.