Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Grady looked over at Steele.
“Can you believe him?” Grady commented.
“He’s a great kid. With the job Effie’s done with him, think about how she’d be with our kids. Never thought I’d have kids, but Effie has a way of making you see things differently.” Steele glanced over at Grady.
They’d been taking things slowly. Making sure that the transition from best friends to lovers went smoothly. Also, since Effie loved to watch them, they hadn’t had much one-on-one time.
But right now, it was just him, Grady, the moonlight and some beers.
Oh, and Brooks. But he was busy swimming.
Reaching over, he grasped the other man around the back of his neck and drew him close, pressing his lips to Grady’s.
It was different from kissing Effie. She was soft and thankfully didn’t have any facial hair. Not that he was complaining about Grady’s. But she yielded instantly to his dominance, eager to give him whatever he needed.
Yet, between Grady and him, there would probably always be a fight for who was in control. Grady liked rules and order. It helped after his chaotic childhood. But Steele needed control too.
Grady’s dominance was down below the surface. Locked up tight and only let out when Grady chose.
While Steele wore his like a second skin.
But that didn’t mean that Grady would just submit like Effie did. And he didn’t expect him to.
He drew back from the other man, his breathing quick and deep. His dick was hard, pressed against his jeans. Tight and uncomfortable.
Leaning in, Steele wrapped his hand around the other man’s neck once again. “You ready for this? To give our girl the rest of her birthday present?”
“Yeah. I’m ready. Wouldn’t be wearing a damn anal plug if I weren’t.”
Steele grinned. They were going to give their girl a show. That’s what she’d asked for her birthday. Dancing and to watch them touch each other.
She’d tried to take the last bit back, saying they didn’t have to.
But they wanted to do that for her. And for them. It was time.
“You ready?” Grady asked.
“Fuck yes.”
There was a splash and he glanced over to find Brooks was out of the pool. “I’m gonna go shower, then call Stella.”
Steele gave him a chin lift. When the kid was gone, he turned to Grady. “Let’s go find our girl.”
Effie was sitting on the bed, laughing at a story April was telling her about how her German shepherd, Patches, had spread mud throughout her newly detailed car when her men walked into the bedroom.
The look in their eyes had her heart racing.
She knew what that look meant.
“Listen, April, I’ve got to go.”
“You bitch.”
“What?” she asked, startled.
“I know that tone of voice. You’re gonna get some and Trent’s working late tonight.”
Effie smiled. “Yeah, I am.”
“Total bitch. But also, I love that for you.”
“Me too,” she whispered. “And I love you, Hairy Tits.”
“Love you too, Droopy Bum.”
She ended the call as Grady shot her a look. “Hairy Tits?”
“Yeah. That’s my nickname for her.”
“What’s hers for you?” he asked while Steele locked the door behind him.
She gulped. Yeah, she was definitely going to get herself some. And it was gonna be good.
“Droopy Bum.”
“I don’t think her bottom is droopy, do you, Grady?” Steele asked, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed.
“Not at all,” Grady said.
She cleared her throat. “Well, neither does she. Just like I don’t think her tits are hairy.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure. She does live in the mountains of Wyoming,” Steele said with a grin.
“Damon!” she protested.
His gaze heated. “Fucking love when you call me Damon, baby girl.”
She knew that. Why did he think she did it? That, and she liked the way his name sounded coming from her lips.
Fire. Life. Protection that engulfed her.
That’s what his name meant to her.
Then she turned her gaze to the other man who owned her heart. They didn’t own pieces. They both owned it fully.
“Thomas,” she whispered. He was beginning to like her using his first name. Not always, though.
That cool, almost detached gaze became laser sharp, focused. Lord, when he gave her his attention, she felt like there was no one else in the world except for her and Steele.
Ice. Calm. A safe place to land.
She licked her lips, watching them both as Grady came to stand beside Steele.
Her men.
“I’m so freaking lucky,” she whispered.
“Do not pinch yourself,” they ordered together.
She had to grin. “Aww, are you two gonna finish each other’s sentences? That is so freaking cute.”
“She said the c-word,” Steele muttered.
“She certainly did.”
“What happens when you use the c-word around us, Effie?” Steele asked quietly.
Excitement raced through her. Because she knew exactly what happened.
Punishment.
But not the sort of punishment that she shied away from. Not the kind that was actually supposed to deter her.
This was the sort of punishment she craved.
“But it was just the truth, you’re both so cute,” she told them, licking her lips.