Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Oh yeah, like that police hat that has a very big job to do during your opening act.” That hat appeared to be all that separated his cock from the audience at the end of his performance.
He chuckles as he offers me a canister filled with sugar. “It’s been great seeing the business grow, but it is a lot of work, and sometimes hard to keep up with it, even with the four of us running it.”
“You’re doing a great job,” I say. “I was honestly shocked when I first saw your house. Your hard work seems to be paying off.”
He stirs milk into his cup before putting the jug back in the refrigerator. “I knew the club would do well here on the island, but it has gone beyond my expectations.”
“You deserve every bit of your success,” I say.
“Work is great, and now our life outside the club is looking up too,” he says, leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the lips.
I’m flattered by his comment, but also unsettled by it in a way I can’t really process this early in the morning. There is something that’s been on my mind, though, and being alone with one brother seems like a good time to bring it up.
“I’ve been wondering,” I say, after taking a sip of coffee, “do the four of you always … share women?”
Almost imperceptibly, his brows lift. “Is that what you’ve been thinking?”
I take another sip before answering. “Well, yes. You all seem very comfortable doing it. And … experienced at it.”
He nods. “I can see why you’d think that, but no. We’ve had a couple of experiences together — two, to be exact. But they were one-time things, and that’s all they were intended to be.”
I nod, thinking about all that he’s not saying, and what it might mean that they’ve been with me more than once. “How do you decide that something is going to be a group experience?” I ask.
“In your case, we were all interested in you, and it was either this —” he gestures broadly toward the room upstairs where his brothers are still sleeping, “or we were going to fight over you.”
Now it’s my turn to raise my brows. Fight over me? The thought of these four men fighting to be with me — it’s more than I can imagine. Of course, I wouldn’t want anyone to actually fight, but the idea that they would have been motivated enough to fight with each other to be with me is beyond flattering.
“Will you come over again tonight?” Chase asks.
What’s the line from that cowboy movie? I wish I knew how to quit you. That’s how I’m starting to feel about the Stanton brothers. I know nothing can come of it, and I know I need to stop, but with the way they make me feel … I just can’t.
23
Just because
In the weeks that follow, I give up trying to quit them, at least for the time being. They stop by the bakery frequently, sometimes to order or pick up bakery for the club, but mostly just to see me.
Maddy branches out into making penis-shaped cakes as well as the cookies, and when they’re sure no one else can hear, the men still make jokes about their penis size, but now we all exchange special looks about it, and there’s talk of things we could do with extra frosting.
They also keep in touch with me frequently by text, both individually and in group messages. They send a lot of adorable pictures of Barnes, and occasionally some sexy pics of themselves, especially when they know I’ll be coming over later.
I don’t spend every night with them, but I’m with them almost every evening when they don’t have a show at the club. We don’t go out, and I only see them at their house or when they stop into the bakery, and I’m glad they don’t suggest we go on dates, because I’d worry about running into my parents, or anyone on the island who might know my parents and decide to gossip about us.
On one of the nights I’m at their beach house, after we’ve had dinner that they prepared, Dodge presents me with two wrapped gift boxes.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask.
“No occasion,” Diesel says. “Just because.”
“Open the smaller one first,” Maddox says.
All four of them watch me as I do. Inside, nestled in hot pink tissue paper is something black, silky, and lacy. I find straps and lift them up to reveal a bodysuit, but this one is nothing like my constrictive shapewear. Their gift won’t support much of anything, but it will show everything off with all of its loosely woven lace and strategically-placed see-through panels.
“Now the other one,” Dodge says, handing me the bigger box, which he’d been holding. I’m expecting more lingerie, but the box is rather heavy, and I laugh when I peel back more pink tissue paper and find an incredibly soft, thick set of sweat clothes in a pretty mauve color.