Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
I get it… I do. And I can see where they’re coming from, but my head and heart aren’t exactly on the same page. I like being with them together. I fell in love with both of them, and I love being with both of them.
They insisted they were okay with doing it my way. But I also know they’re men who have needs and wants—I love that they both need and want me—and it isn’t fair to make one go without if the other isn’t available. So I promised them I would try.
But it’s easier said than done because as I kiss Brody, I can’t help feeling like Hayden should be here.
As if Brody can sense my hesitation, he pulls back and looks at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just wish Hayden were here with us.” I shrug. “I know I said I’d try, but…”
“Hey,” Brody says, framing my face. “It’s okay. We love that you care about us enough that you want to be with both of us. And we won’t push it, but we just need you to understand that if you’re with one of us without the other, that doesn’t mean you love the other one any less. We’re not going to get jealous or keep track. There’s no point system here. Promise.”
“I know. I just think I need a little bit of time. Maybe when one of you goes away, and I’m so horny I can’t handle it, I’ll break the ice and give in.”
Brody chuckles and gives me a chaste kiss. “Let’s eat lunch, sweetness. If I can’t eat you, then I guess I’ll have to settle for this sandwich.”
Me: Lunch today?
Brody: Can’t do lunch, but how about dinner after the kids’ sports?
Hayden: Sorry, can’t.
Me: Everything okay?
Hayden: Have a lot going on with work.
“I feel like I haven’t seen Hayden in forever,” I tell Brody later that night as I take a bite of my pizza. After the kids finished hockey and gymnastics, we met Brody at the arcade they love to play at so we could eat while they played. “Is everything okay with him?”
It’s been a week since the gala and his parents finding out about our relationship, and ever since, he’s been…different. I can’t quite pinpoint how, but he’s been quiet, distant, and I’m starting to worry.
“I’m sure he’s just busy with work. We have a huge project he’s the point of contact on. I’ll check in with him tonight when I get home.”
“I miss him,” I admit. “I miss both of you.”
Brody pulls me into his arms and kisses my cheek. “Are you trying to imply that you’re so horny you’re ready to give in? Because if that’s the case, I can take care of you. Just say the word.”
“Very funny,” I say with a giggle. “I’m not horny. Well, not desperately so… yet.” I give him a peck on his lips. “Make sure Hayden’s okay, please?”
“Of course.”
“What do you think?” Amalia asks. “The ceremony can be held here, and the restaurant is the perfect place for the reception afterward.”
“It’s beautiful,” Lacey says.
“It’s perfect.” I twirl around, taking in the indoor wedding venue. It’s part of Brookstone Vineyard and Winery, the vineyard that Hayden took me to on our first date months ago. Built out of gorgeous rock, it’s big enough to hold a small wedding yet also intimate. Since we’ll be getting married next month, it’ll be cold outside, so an indoor venue is a must. “But it’s an hour and a half drive from the city,” I add, remembering the long drive here.
“No matter where we book, it will be a bit of a drive,” Brody points out, sliding his arm around my waist. “The question is, can you see yourself being married here?”
“And we can make a weekend out of it,” Amalia adds. “I spoke to the owners, and they said we can book rooms for Friday and Saturday night. We can do a brunch Sunday morning before everyone heads home.”
“What do you think?” I ask Hayden, who’s been quiet today. I keep asking if everything is okay, but according to Brody and him, he’s just been busy with work—so busy, this is the first time I’ve seen him in two weeks. I’m missing the hell out of him, horny as hell—just as Brody predicted—and if he doesn’t tell me what’s going on soon—or fuck me—I’m going to explode—and not in the orgasm sort of way.
“I think…” He glances down at me, and my stomach clenches at the way his eyes are glistening with… is that sadness? Dammit, Hayden! What’s going on with you? “I think it’s perfect,” he finally says.
“Yeah?” I ask, feeling deep down that something is wrong. Something more than a man overwhelmed with work. “You’re okay with us getting married here?”
Hayden nods, plastering a fake smile on his face, and lead fills my stomach. I want to demand that he tells me what’s wrong, but since we’re in front of Lacey and Amalia, I keep it to myself. The kids are with Beatrice since I knew they’d be bored driving up here and back. I told them we’d go pick out their Halloween costumes when we got home since Halloween is this week.