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 did not!” I smack his chest and try to get away, but he wraps his arms around my torso and holds me tighter. “I said I could live in your kitchen.”
Hayden chuckles. “Have you shown her the bedroom yet? Maybe we can convince her to live in there.” He waggles his brows, and I reach out to playfully smack him. Only when my hand lands on his chest, he grabs ahold of it and tugs me out of Brody’s arms and into his.
His mouth crashes down on mine and his tongue darts past my parted lips, tasting me. I can’t help but sigh into the kiss, wanting more. I always want more. The kiss ends all too soon, and I’m left panting like a dog in heat, wishing I could hump his damn leg.
Of course, Hayden notices. “Later,” he says with a smirk. “First, we need to talk.” When I pout, he chuckles. “Didn’t you say you wanted to talk?”
“Yes,” I say reluctantly.
The guys show me the rest of the place, and holy shit, it’s incredible. I’ve heard about places like this, but I’ve never actually been in one. For most in New York, like me, eight hundred square feet and two bathrooms is considered luxurious. This place is at least five times the size of my place, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a loft, a gym, and two offices. The living room is huge, and their bedrooms are gorgeous, furnished with dark woods and decorated in soft browns and creams. Their bathrooms both have a spa tub, complete with jets—forget the kitchen, I could live in the damn tub! Give me a glass of wine and my e-reader, and I’d be good for life. They also have a laundry room—even though they tell me that they never use it because they get all their clothes dry-cleaned—and a dining room that’s separate from the kitchen and seats six people.
My, how the rich live.
Once the tour is over, and I’m actually considering moving in here—I’m just kidding, but damn, that bathtub!—we settle in on the couch in the living room to talk. I’m sitting on the same couch as Hayden, but there’s space between us, so I can focus, and Brody is sitting on the loveseat adjacent to me. Brody and Hayden have beers in their hands, and Hayden’s poured me a glass of my favorite white wine.
“So what would you like to talk about first?” Brody asks, taking a sip of his beer.
“Are you planning to DP me?”
Both guys spit their drinks out at the same time, and I realize I probably should’ve worded that better. Whoops, too late now.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
BRODY
“Are you planning to DP me?”
The thought of Hayden and me filling Bree at the same time, thrusting into her pussy and ass, feeling her warmth as our cocks slide in and out, rubbing against each other through her thin walls, has my dick swelling behind my pants.
I wipe the droplets of beer I spat from my chin and set my beer down to give Bree my full attention. When she said she wanted to talk, I had no idea this was what she wanted to talk about, but I’m definitely not complaining.
“Is that what you want?” Hayden asks, moving closer to Bree. Her eyes are wide, almost like she didn’t plan to ask that question, and she chews on the corner of her lip, trying to decide how to answer.
“I don’t really know what I want,” she says softly, her voice cracking like she’s nervous. “I’ve never done this before.” Her gaze flicks from Hayden to me. “All I know is that I really like you both, and I like dating you and getting to know you. I want to see where it goes since my kids are away and won’t be affected by any of it.
“I mean, for all we know, one or both of you can change your mind.” She shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but the way she frowns says the idea of one of us walking away would upset her, telling me she cares more than she’s leading on. She’s just scared and nervous to let us in, which is okay, because this is new, and we have plenty of time to chisel our way into her heart.
“We’re not going anywhere,” I tell her, confident enough that I can speak for Hayden, based on the conversations we’ve had about this recently, “but as a businessman, I know that actions speak louder than words, and it’s going to take time to prove how we feel.”
She nods in understanding, then clears her throat. “I think it would be good if we just see where things go, take it one day at a time, but, um…I was thinking…” Her neck and cheeks tinge pink, and I hold back my chuckle, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable since whatever she’s trying to say is probably sex-related. She proves me right when she finally finishes her sentence. “I think we should all get tested. I’m on birth control, and I haven’t had sex since my—since Pete passed away…” She trails off, her lips forming a slight frown at the mention of her late husband. “But if we’re all going to be sexually active, I want to make sure we’re safe…and…” She takes a deep breath, then releases it, her eyes descending. “If you change your mind, I would really appreciate it if you’d break up with me before you sleep with someone else.”