Chapter 50 #2
Smirking Blake barely touched his lips to mine again, and I couldn’t take it.
I grabbed his face and kissed him hard. The lust that burst open inside of me had my hands running all over Blake’s naked chest and shoulders as I moaned into his mouth.
This was the first time I’d gotten to explore, and even with my eyes closed, my fingers memorized the feel of him.
Myles trailed his lips up to my ear and sucked on my earlobe, growling softly. The vibration shot down my spine and made me wiggle uncontrollably. “Mmm, I love it when ya wiggle against me like that,” he whispered in my ear as Blake’s kiss deepened with an irresistible insistence.
Myles’s hands slid across my stomach and then up between my breasts.
I kept waiting and anticipating the grip of fear, but it didn’t rise, and I relaxed more into his hold.
Neither of them progressed any further, and yet it was like electricity was running under my skin with their deviously placed kisses and teasing caress.
“Hey mate, it’s my turn,” Myles grumbled, and Blake broke away but gave my lip a little nip before he moved back so I could turn slightly in Myles’s arms to kiss him.
If I had to categorize the guys as something, I’d picture them as fruit.
Myles’s kiss was a little dark and devious like cherries, while Blake was sweet and teasing on my tongue like a tangerine, but Nash gripped you like a passionfruit.
I could feel the heat of Blake’s body as his chest brushed against my hard nipples, making me jump. He didn’t stop until he was sucking on the exposed skin of my neck, making me pant and kiss Myles with fevered abandon.
“My turn again,” Blake said, and Myles swore as he relinquished my lips so I could turn my head and kiss Blake.
“So my naughty girl likes to watch?” Myles’s breath fanned my ear. “Would ya like to see me touch myself?” I moaned. “My cock sliding through my hand?” I shivered, and Blake deepened the kiss, our tongues battling. He growled, and I had to suck in a deep breath.
“I think she wants to watch both of us at the same time,” Blake said as they each kissed a side of my neck. My hands went to their hair as my eyelids fluttered closed.
“Oh my god,” tumbled from my mouth as I rubbed my thighs together.
“Is this too much for ya, Snowflake,” Myles asked, and I could close my eyes and listen to him talk to me with that accent all day.
When he whispered, his accent was always stronger. I loved it. It was as if every line was a poem with a story to be told. Blake pushed back to kneel in front of me. Grabbing my hands, he placed them on his chest, and I immediately began to explore, loving the feel of his cut abs.
“No, it’s not too much.”
“Perfect, then I think that’s enough for tonight,” Myles said, and I looked at him in disbelief. My heart was pounding out of my chest while my blood was on fire, and now he wanted to stop.
He smiled, a playfulness etched into every sexy feature. “Don’t ya be givin’ me that look.”
“Shouldn’t I get to say when it’s too much?”
Blake shimmied back, and Myles picked me up and sat me beside him. “Naw, cause by the time you say it’s too much, doubt will have formed. Fear may set in, and guilt will gnaw at ya, and that’s not what any of us wants. Leavin’ ya wantin’ is the best place to leave ya.”
I couldn’t argue with his logic, and yet I wanted to.
He laid down, and Blake resumed the same position on my other side.
My hormones had me all over the place because, dammit, I wanted to pout.
Between what I saw with Theo and Liam and now what Myles and Blake were doing to me, I felt like I was going insane.
“Come on, love, lay down, and if yer a really good girl, I’ll let ya lead my hand astray. Your choice where it ends up,” he said and kissed my shoulder.
“Oh, I like that idea,” Blake chimed in, the two of them smiling at me.
I sucked in a deep breath. “Fine,” I mumbled and got under the blankets before lying down. “I know you’re right,” I said and looked at Blake and then Myles.
Myles cupped my cheek and placed a chaste kiss on my lips, his eyes never leaving mine. “Get some sleep, Snowflake,” Myles said, but my mind was far too restless.
The guys were sound asleep when a phone vibrated and lit up the room with the glow.
Looking over, I realized it was my phone, and being as careful as I could, I reached over Myles to grab it.
A bunch of messages were coming in like they’d been sitting somewhere in cyberspace.
It showed that there were at least twenty from my father, and the old anger that I’d managed to bury since Christmas came roaring back.
I didn’t bother to open them but I could see the words I’m worried . Good, he should be worried.
My phone vibrated again, and this time, the message was from Nash. That was weird. He never texted me. I opened the message and rolled my eyes.
N: I hear you didn’t die. Good job.
I stared at the message and was tempted to ignore him, but I’d stew about it if I didn’t.
R: Disappointed?
N: Only mildly.
R: I’m sure.
N: Why are you awake, Princess? I figured Myles and Blake would’ve worn you out by now.
I glared at my phone and wanted to punch him square in the face. Training with him was a terrible idea. It was going to be way too tempting to kill him.
R: Is sex all you ever think about?
N: Not always, but definitely when I have my cock in my hand, and I’m watching porn.
R: WTF!!
N: What?
R: Ugh, seriously? Why do you say shit like that?
N: Because now, when you close your eyes, I know you won’t be able to help yourself and will think of me. Even lying between Myles and Blake you’re picturing me naked, and you’re going to wonder if I’m thinking of you. Goodnight, Princess. Sweet dreams.
I had ten different comebacks written out and erased each one until I finally gave up. I hated Nash, and yet…it worked. Just like that, he was under my skin, and I hated him for it.
I quickly went into my contacts and, smirking, changed Nash’s name to Nashhole. That was much more fitting. Locking my phone, I rolled onto my side and let sleep finally take me.