Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
I smiled to myself. Lucas always knew what I needed. “Some water would be great.” When he started to get up, I tugged on his sleeve. “I’ll come with you. I should put the rest of the taco cups in the fridge.” They’d each had a couple, and I silently thanked the shirtless chef who’d shown me how to make them.
“I’ll do it,” Lucas said softly. “Just relax and watch the movie.”
I squeezed his arm once before letting him go. He picked up the tray and disappeared into the kitchen.
Jayden took that opportunity to rest his feet on the coffee table. “Enjoying the movie?” he asked me.
“Yes.” The sofa shifted on my other side, and I wondered how Lucas had put the taco cups away so quickly. But then another pair of long legs swung up on the coffee table.
Kyle.
I turned to him. “Wow, you move fast.”
On my other side, Jayden snorted.
“You should see me run the bases,” Kyle said.
Actually—I kind of did want to see that. “Do you have any more games this season?”
“Just one. Sunday afternoon.” He angled his head at me. “Want to come?”
“Sure.”
“Great,” he said, after a brief pause. I had the sense that my answer had surprised him.
Suddenly, the thought of sitting in the stands alone seemed, well, rather lonely. I turned to Jayden. “Can you come with me?”
“Of course.” His answer came quickly and easily, though it probably wouldn’t have if Lucas had been in the room.
Lucas appeared a moment later, stopping dead when he saw Kyle next to me. I felt guilty, but Lucas didn’t say anything as he moved around the coffee table to Jayden’s side before setting the glass of water in front of me.
“Want to sit here?” Jayden asked, but Lucas shook his head and settled the armchair opposite the one that Kyle had sat in.
My eyes were on the screen as I tried to catch up on the plot, but it was very hard to ignore the men on either side of me. They were both sitting close, and they both had their long legs stretched out in front of them, their feet crossed on the coffee table. It felt like their bodies surrounded mine… and I kind of liked it.
I slipped off my shoes and tried to put my feet up on the coffee table too… only they didn’t reach. Kyle chuckled as even my pointed toes failed to reach.
“Lean forward,” Jayden whispered. Once I did, he slid a thick pillow behind my back, and that moved me six inches closer. Before I could try again to put my feet up, Kyle yanked the coffee table closer.
Problem solved.
“Thanks,” I whispered to both of them. My bare feet looked very small between theirs, and the pink toenail polish seemed to give off a soft glow.
I wondered if either Kyle or Jayden had noticed my smooth legs and painted nails, but I didn’t glance in either direction to find out.
Just as I relaxed back against the pillow, I realized that the hem of my dress had ridden up on my thighs when I scooted forward. Not scandalously so, but still, I clamped my hand down on it automatically. When I tugged it down, it stayed that way on the right side but somehow stretched and bounced back on the left. The side Kyle was on.
Uh-oh. Now it was pretty high on my thigh, not that far from the edge of my panties. With a touch of panic, I tried to smooth it down but somehow my hand slid right past the hem, and all I managed to do was to stroke my own thigh.
Which was not what I’d meant to do.
Then a large hand brushed along my leg, deftly capturing the edge of the fabric and smoothing it back into place. I turned to thank Kyle, but he was staring straight ahead at the screen.
And his hand was still on my thigh.
His fingers were splayed wide, half on the dress and half on my bare leg. His hand felt big, and warm, and… surprisingly good.
At least it would have if we’d been alone.
I could’ve slapped his hand away, as I had when he’d reached for the mini taco cups before they’d cooled.
Or I could’ve leaned over and whispered my safeword in his ear.
I did neither.
My focus returned to the movie, but I’d lost the plot entirely. It didn’t matter because all I could think about was Kyle’s hand.
And then it slid higher. Just an inch, but I felt the fabric of the flowy dress shift.
I stilled for a long moment and then gulped in a breath of air, my pulse speeding up.
Which was dumb. He was just touching me lightly. It was a little inappropriate, given that Lucas and Jayden were nearby, but it was no big deal. Right?
Except I wasn’t doing a very good job of convincing myself of that. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at the movie, a neutral expression on his face. An innocent expression—if such a thing was possible for him.