Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
My vision is blurry; my world is silver and neon. I’m screaming in bliss, then for a flash of a second, I’m empty. And boom.
I’m full.
I blink, look into Ledger’s eyes. He’s above me now, rocking into me, swiveling his hips just so. “You did such a good job, honey. You fucking deserve all the orgasms. Untie her now,” he instructs Dev.
I’d have thought Ledger would rail me too.
Instead, he’s taking his time with long, tantalizing strokes, letting me come down from the prior climax while Dev works on untying me.
First, the right wrist.
Dev kisses it, soothing away the sting. I reach for Ledger’s face, cupping his cheek as Dev moves around the bed, coming to the other side as Ledger delivers a long, dizzying stroke.
“Oh god,” I pant.
“So fucking pretty,” Ledger praises.
Dev unties my left wrist, then kisses that.
When he’s freed me, I throw my arms around Ledger, who fucks me slow and deep till I’m boneless, till I’ve melted into the bed, till I don’t know whose name I call out as pleasure crests in me once more then breaks in a long, lingering orgasm that I feel in my soul.
Seconds later, he’s coming too, grunting, groaning, burying his face in my neck.
All while Dev watches us from a chair I didn’t even know was in the corner of the room, stroking his cock, looking in my eyes like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
As I come down from my release, he spills in his hand, shuddering.
It’s the most surreal sexual experience of my life—the things that get them off, the ways they get me off, and how the three of us come together.
After we’re all cleaned up and showered, Dev’s the first to conk out.
Well, sex twice in a day, plus travel, will do that to you. I can barely even crack open my Kindle. But before my eyes flutter closed, Ledger whispers, “Need to talk to you.”
With nerves prickling me, I get out of bed, wearing only my T-shirt, and follow him to the living room. He’s in boxer briefs. He shuts the door to the suite behind him.
“Been wanting to grab a minute with you ever since the restaurant,” he says when we reach the couch.
“What is it?”
“Oh, shit. Didn’t mean to worry you,” he says, then reaches for my hand.
I sit next to him, somewhat mollified but still curious.
“There’s something I want to do for Dev tomorrow. But it’s going to take a lot of planning, so I want to see if you’re interested.”
He’s speaking my language now. “Tell me.”
He shares his idea and I nearly bounce. But then I say, “But I can’t afford that.”
Ledger sighs, then tucks his finger under my chin. “Aubrey, you need to stop worrying about money. I don’t expect you to pay for this. I don’t want you to pay for it. I just want to do it with you. Do you get that?”
Finally, I think I do.
The imbalance has been all in my head. It comes from my worries about being good enough.
Being happy enough.
Being entertaining enough.
The fear stems from the same place—am I interesting enough to keep a family together?
Only, I don’t have to do that with these guys.
I flash back over the last five days, picturing the grape stomping, the ghost town, the plant shop, the grilled cheese, the dinners, the hot tub, the hikes, even the amusement park, and all the conversations.
All the moments that we’ve spent together.
I am giving so much to them. I’m giving time. I’m giving myself. I’m giving enough.
I can see it in their eyes. I can hear it in their voices. I can feel it in my own heart.
“I understand.” Then, with new confidence, I say, “Let’s do it.”
43
NOSE BREAKERS
Dev
“Almost there,” Aubrey says as Ledger maneuvers the car onto the next street, heading toward the outskirts of the city.
I can’t wait. “I love surprises,” I say, rubbing my palms together. That’s all they told me this morning—that they had a surprise for me.
That was all I needed to know. I was sold. Now it’s early afternoon, and I’m buzzing with anticipation as Ledger drives us farther away from downtown.
“Of course you love surprises,” Ledger says dryly as I glance out the window at the Vancouver neighborhood. Something about the curve in the road feels familiar. It tickles my brain. Wait. I might know where we’re going. Pretty sure I’ve been here.
But I don’t know why we’re going now. I keep it to myself though.
In the passenger seat, Aubrey nods at Ledger in agreement. “Surprises suit Dev.”
But what about her? I lean forward, curling a hand around the back of her seat. “You like surprises, Aubs?”
“Good surprises,” she says, hedging her bets.
“Everyone likes good surprises,” Ledger says with a harrumph.
“I bet Aubrey could get you a brand-new money tree plant and you’d be like ‘I hate surprises.’”