Page 38 of Seeking Her Studs

“Some. But I’ve found I more enjoy the images my mind creates.” He says as he reaches his hand over to find mine. He slips his fingers through mine, just like he did on the hiking trail. But this time, my head is in a very different place. All I can think about is how big his fingers feel as they grasp mine and how masculine the lines of his arms are resting on top of my legs.

“And what images are those?” I ask as if I say it quietly then he won’t know how desperate I am to hear the answer.

“I think about your face and what expression it might make.” His voice is suddenly low and gravelly.

“My expression when what?” I’m desperate for him to continue.

He squeezes my hand as we both look at the screen. Our blonde heroine is now on her knees on the bed, taking turns guiding them down her throat.

“You really want to know?” He says, shifting in his seat. I wonder what I’ll see in his hiking shorts if I let my eyes trail down. But I don’t let myself because I’m not sure what it might make me want to do.

“I do.” I answer plainly.

“I imagine what you look like when you’re completely undone by your own satisfaction. When you’ve had so many orgasms that you can’t be anywhere but in your own body. When that head of yours, that is always so aware of what another person might be seeing in you, has only one thing in mind: our cocks making you come over and over again. I want to see where you think your limit is and then find out together that you can take more. That you want more.”

My body releases an involuntary shudder at his words. It’s not cool in the room, yet goosebumps break out all over my entire body.

“Do Colt and Briggs know you think about this?” I ask when I regain some of my composure.

At first, I don’t process the sound coming from his mouth because it’s the last thing I expect. He’s laughing.

“Yeah,” he says with another laugh. “To say the least. Those fuckers were the ones that thought of it.”

Now I dare to look at him. I cock an eyebrow at him in question. It’s hard for me to imagine. Reese is the most daring one out of the three of them.

He raises his hands in surrender. “I swear.”

I look at him, still doubtful.

He whips out his phone and starts typing. He nods his head toward my pocket and I take my phone out.

“What are you up to?” I say unlocking my phone, trying to concentrate as groans sound all around me from the movie playing.

Reese has started a message thread with all four of us and one simple message.

REESE: Colt and Briggs, can you be alone in five minutes for a video chat?

I look back and forth between Reese and the phone with wide eyes.

“What on earth, Reese?” I hiss at him. “What are we going to do, talk about a potential four-way with porn in the back?”

Reese stands up and runs his hand through his sun-bleached brown hair.

“Who said anything about talking?” He offers his hand to me and I take it. Hell knows why I take it, but I do. He lifts me up to my feet and pulls me into him. He settles his lips at my ear. “I’m going to make you come right here, right now, while my brothers watch.” He whispers, then breaks away to prop his phone on the armrest of our chairs.

An incoming video call pops up on the screen from Colt and then Briggs. Reese accepts both. The projector is glaring in my eyes and I probably look like a deer in headlights.

Except, I am never a deer in headlights. Because headlights are spotlights and that’s where I shine.

I walk over to the projector and rewind the reel until there is no film left in it and only a white light shines on Reese standing there, now the true deer in headlights.

I walk back in front of the phone.

“Reese thought he was going to prove some point with this phone call. But I’m the one who needs to test a theory here. So buckle in boys, and if you enjoy the show, then prove it to me.”

I can see on the screen that Colt is in the stables locked away inside the storage room. He tips his hat in agreement, a smirk on his gorgeous lips.

Briggs is in his bedroom and he settles back against the bedframe with wide eyes, obviously taken aback by what the hell he just signed up for by joining this call. And I can’t blame him. This is batshit crazy.

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