Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
“Oh god, I’m coming! Oh god!”
Just as I fly over the top, Lennox comes with me, his cock pulsing inside me and doubling my pleasure. Lincoln lays kisses along my spine as all of that is happening, and while I’m coming the hardest I’ve come all night, I have a disturbing thought: They’ve ruined me for other men.
17
Definitely not a one-time thing
Afterward, Lennox and I collapse on the bed. I drift off and when I wake, the light coming in from the moon is not as bright. Lennox is still there, asleep himself, and Bronson is stretched across the top of the bed, resting but alert.
“What time is it?” I whisper as I get up.
Bronson shrugs. “Around three?”
“I need to go.” There are piles of clothing around the room, which I start sorting through, trying to find my items.
“You’re not leaving,” he says matter-of-factly.
A thread of anger stirs inside me, but there must be massive amounts of sexually-induced oxytocin still in my bloodstream, because I ignore his controlling remark.
Lennox gets up and stretches, distracting me for a moment as the muscles on his chest ripple in the faint light. He squeezes my arm and kisses my cheek before leaving the room.
After I locate my clothes, I wander into the hall and find the nearest bathroom, which is also neat and clean. I get dressed in my tank top and jeans, comb my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth the “just fucked” look I’ve got going on, and then head downstairs. Sounds are coming from the kitchen, along with enticing smells.
Lincoln and Barrett are in the kitchen, shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants with bare feet, a look that makes me want to drag them back upstairs.
When we arrived, I left my bag on a stool at the kitchen counter. I was intending to grab it and go, but the sight of them, and the smell of the food they’re cooking, slows me down.
Steps thunder down the staircase, and Lennox and Bronson, also shirtless and in sweats, join their brothers.
“I’m going to get going,” I tell them, slipping my bag over my shoulder.
“I’m making a grilled cheese for you,” Barrett says. “You must be hungry.”
I am. And what he’s making smells so good.
“Stay and eat,” Lennox says, handing me a glass of water. If Bronson had tried to boss me around again, I’d probably leave out of spite, but Lennox looks like he’d be hurt if I go right away.
I put my bag back down and take a seat at the counter, where I have a perfect view. If there was a cooking show on TV that looked like this, it would be the highest-rated program ever. My god, these men are so hot.
Bronson offers me another glass of wine. When I decline, he gets a beer out for himself. Lincoln is at the sink getting water, and at one point, with all four of them in the kitchen, the brothers get in each other’s way. It’s a spacious room, but not when they’re all in it.
“We definitely need a bigger kitchen in our next house,” Bronson says to the others. “We’ll have to do a custom build.”
“Are you really planning to stay here on Four Points?” I ask.
“Of course,” Barrett says, flipping a sandwich onto a plate and cutting it in half with the spatula before handing it to me. “Why wouldn’t we?”
I breathe in the buttery goodness of the toasted sandwich while I give it time to cool. “Well, for one thing, you’ve been living in New York City. Won’t things be a little boring around here?”
Coming to sit beside me, Bronson arches a brow. “There was nothing boring about tonight.”
“Tonight was a one-time thing,” I say. It’s my turn to be matter-of-fact.
His brow arches further. “You think so?”
I take a bite of my grilled cheese, ignoring him. I’m too tired to fight right now. “Barrett, this is delicious.”
“Three cheeses,” he says proudly. “My specialty.”
“Too bad there’s not a kitchen at the bar,” I say. “People would love these.”
“We might add a kitchen,” he says. “We’ve talked about expanding if things go well. Should I start another one for you?” he asks, gesturing to my plate.
I shake my head. “This will hit the spot. But how are you going to run Rusty’s while relocating and expanding Stone Security?”
“There are four of us,” Bronson says. “It won’t be a problem.” When a bit of stringy cheese gets caught on my lips, he reaches over, plucks it off, and feeds it to me. I bite his finger, feeling in a mood after all of his bossy remarks.
Instead of pulling back, he uses that same finger to trace the outline of my lips. “Oh, this was definitely not a one-time thing, Caz. In fact, I don’t even think we’re done tonight.”
Either not hearing us, or ignoring us, Barrett circles back to an earlier part of the conversation. “We’re glad to be back here on the island. New York was good, but it wasn’t home.”