My Thoughts
Calla moves into a new building and ends up with two very sexy men in her life. They just happen to be brothers. Kyan is scorching hot and not looking for a relationship but wants a benefits arrangements. And holy hell there are a whole lot of benefits with this naughty talking man. Then there's Hunter who is her high school crush from the past invading her present. They are both ok with her being with both of them since neither are looking for anything serious. Their main goal is to pleasure Calla and again holy hell they do that in spades. An iceberg isn't enough to cool down while reading their steamy moments shared. Then feelings get in the mix for two of them and that changes everything. I was totally #TeamKyan from the moment he modeled for her. He's simply delicious. I absolutely loved Calla's story.
I give Thrust 5 hearts!
I give Thrust 5 hearts!
2 brothers... 1 girl...
I never expected to be that girl. The one desiring the touch
of two brothers and being thrust into a world of intense pleasure. Not in
reality anyway.
Both of these brothers are out to please and they both have
the equipment to do it. The Wilder brothers have proved that.
Kyan Wilder fucks like no other man I've ever experienced.
He's rough, creative and still willing to be gentle when you need it. He's
every single woman's desire brought to life and he's not willing to let me go
until he's done pleasing me in every possible way he can.
Hunter Wilder is a loose cannon. He likes to party, get wild
and then show you a good time in the bedroom. He keeps me pleased and reminds
me that I'm still young and not everything in life needs to be so serious.
We're all fine with sharing. Things are going smoothly. It
saves the brothers from having to commit and it ensures that I'll always get
the sexual satisfaction that I desire. I mean what girl doesn’t dream of having
sex with the two most sinfully sexiest brothers to walk this earth?
Well I didn’t… Until I got a taste.
Kyan is watching me with a lazy smirk as I look down at my
camera. “I guess the next spot is in my bedroom. Not many girls get invited in
there.” He tugs on the end of my ponytail as his eyes roam over my body. “Good
thing you dressed comfortably. You need to be flexible for this part.”
I watch the way his ass and back muscles move as he exits
the room. “Holy shit,” I say to myself. I pull my shirt away from my chest as I
get an instant rush of heat through my body. He does this on purpose; uses the
perfect words to make a girl sweat bullets. He’s sexy, smooth, and successful;
the perfect blend of trouble.
I stop in his doorway and watch him as he undoes his jeans
and tugs at his zipper. His eyes meet mine and stay there, as he drops his
jeans and kicks them aside. I can’t help but to take notice of his thick thighs
and how they flex whenever he moves.
Drool… don’t expose yourself now.
He walks over to stand in front of me and reaches for my
camera, setting it down on the foot of his bed. It sinks into the thick, white
blanket and we both watch it before locking eyes again.
“Show me how you want my boxers.” Grabbing my arms, he
places my hands on the top of his briefs.
“Excuse me?”
He takes my fingers and hooks them into the front of his
black briefs. “Pull them down to where you want them. Show me.”
This is too much power. Too much power is never a good
thing. I gently tug them down a bit, exposing the top of his hipbones.
He laughs. “Are you uncomfortable with me being in my
boxers?” He pulls me toward him. “Let’s fix that.”
Before I know it he’s on his knees, tugging my shorts down
my legs.
I instantly get embarrassed. “What are you doing?” He grabs
my hips and lifts me as he kicks his foot out and pushes my shorts across the
floor.
“There. Now we’re both in our underwear. Better?”
I look down at my black, lacy panties, before looking up to
see that he’s biting his bottom lip. Again, he always seems to do that when he
shows interest.
I feel silly so I start to laugh. “Are you serious?”
He reaches for my hands again and practically shoves them
into the top of his briefs. “Dead serious.” He flashes his dimples. “Now take
control and show me how you want my boxers.”
The power behind his demand feeds me and I find myself
tugging his black briefs down until the top of his thick shaft is exposed,
along with the top part of his muscular ass.
He looks down and lifts an eyebrow. “Better.” He hands me my
camera before he walks around the side of the bed and tugs the huge blanket
off, leaving nothing but a black, silk sheet.
I feel oddly confident standing here in my underwear about
to photograph America’s sexiest bachelor. I’m not sure if this is a temporary
confidence, but it feels good. I’m having fun. I find myself kicking my shoes
aside and jumping onto his bed while trying to balance my camera.
He smiles up at me as he lies down on his back and adjusts
the sheet so that it’s between his legs. Without my direction, he places one
hand behind his head and waits for me to start snapping pictures. It seems with
each click of the button that his briefs start to get lower and lower, exposing
more of his body.
Playing it smooth, he flips over onto his stomach. He lowers
his briefs until the top half of his ass is exposed. His ass is so round and
firm that all I want to do is bite it. My breathing picks up as he slides one
arm under his pillow and looks up with a seductive look in his eyes.
He must notice my change in breathing, because his eyes meet
mine and suddenly he sits up and gets on his knees below me. I’m standing on
his bed and he’s just looking up at me with the sexiest face I’ve ever seen.
His question surprises me. “Have you ever thought about
fucking me?”
My saliva thick, I swallow, and let out a nervous laugh.
“What?”
He reaches for my camera and pulls it out of my hand, before
tossing it beside him. Then he grips onto my hips and looks up at me. “Have.
You. Ever. Thought. About. Fucking. Me?” He grips my hips harder when I don’t
answer him. “Tell me the truth. Please don’t ever lie to me.”
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.
She is the author of Wake Up Call, This Regret, Slade, Hemy, and Get Off on the Pain. Victoria is currently working on more releases for 2015.
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