by Jess Bentley
I'm so grateful when they find it. My legs are wide open, and I sneak a glance toward the far end of the table, noting that those four are deep in discussion. I can hear some snippet about armadillos in Texas, a story that my dad likes to tell. I know I've got several minutes before he even glances this way, while the story plays itself out.
Under this camouflage I wiggle slightly, surprising even myself, nudging those curious hands toward my center. I feel my skin buzzing, feel the mounting need inside me. I'm on a mission. All I want is contact. All I want is the right friction to complete the electrical circuit, to get that sweet relief that I know is inside me.
The brother on my left sucks his breath between his teeth, then holds his breath when he feels the slippery depth of my channel. He knows I want him. He knows how much pleasure he's giving me right now.
And I know it's insane, but when the other hand follows right after, I welcome it too. I wiggle against them both, urging them to explore me, to satisfy this pulsing, burning desire that's sparked inside me.
Shame has simply melted away from me as I submit to their touch, their complicated dance of plundering, probing, stroking sensations. My hips automatically and softly rock against the pressure, seeking that magical combination of sensations that unlocks my bliss.
Suddenly, there it is. A blinding flash, a white veil that passes in front of my vision. I grip the edge of the table, biting back a cry of relief and naughty delight. My thighs clamp together, trapping their hands inside. For long seconds, I hold them there, pinned against my quivering sex until I manage to breathe again.
When I finally release them, I feel one rearranging my panties over me, then patting me sweetly before he brings his hand back. He draws it up to his mouth and licks the tip slowly, sucking it as his eyes burn into mine.
The other puts his elbow on the table and conceals similar gesture by appearing to rest his chin on his hand. But I see the way he he drags his finger under his nose and breathes in deeply, the secret smile of triumph on his lips.
Luxuriously, I allow myself a long, drawn out yawn. I feel completely amazing. Extremely naughty, a little shocked, but totally righteous.
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Jess Bentley is a contemporary romance author who adores writing about adventurous young women--and the hot sexy men who love them. She spends her days reading and writing, tending to her flower garden and growing vegetables, as well as playing the guitar.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Excerpt from ONE BRIDE FOR FIVE BROTHERS
PROLOGUE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
About the Author
Also by Jess Bentley