Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Chase jerks his head back and forth, adamantly. “No. Not at all. Neither one of us was together with her in the way we are. This thing with us?” He runs his fingers along my arm, then looks to Ryker and back to me. “It’s totally different. And we’ve all been honest from the start. The photo today just threw me for a loop. I guess I’m fake dating you and he’s not, and that’s weird,” he says, sounding so apologetic.
I hate that he was worked up.
I hate that Ryker was hurt.
And I hate, too, that we have to worry so much about what others might think.
But I try to picture my parents’ reaction if I told them I was dating two men, and it’s too uncomfortable an image. My mom would want to know who was putting a baby in me. My sister would kidnap me and steal me away to deprogram my latest manifestation of hot mess-ness. “It’d be weird if I was fake dating both of you,” I admit, kind of sad, unexpectedly.
“That might be a little strange,” Chase says with a helpless shrug, and that’s the reality.
“My family would flip out,” I say heavily.
What we have here works behind closed doors. I don’t think it could ever work in public. But behind closed doors, I want to feel like we’re all in this together. Even if it only lasts a few more nights. So I lift my chin and say, “I’m a part of this. Whatever this thing is. We’re all part of it. Don’t make rules about me without me.”
Chase nods, obvious contrition in his gaze. “We won’t.”
Ryker comes closer. “I’m sorry. Forgive us.”
I love the way he says I and us in the same vein. Like all those parts fit perfectly together. They seem to, for me.
I laugh and all my anger is gone. “You’re forgiven. But now you can show me how sorry you are in bed.”
Chase’s eyes sparkle. “Anything you want.”
I tug on Chase’s loosened tie and Ryker’s knotted one at the same time. I catch the scent of ocean and forest drifting off them respectively. “Have I mentioned how much I like this whole suit thing?”
Chase’s lips quirk up in a lopsided grin. “You didn’t have to.”
Ryker’s eyes lock with mine. “It was obvious the night we met you.”
Well then. Way to know my kinks.
A few minutes later they’re out of their suits, dressed only in boxer briefs, and they’re sliding under the covers with me. Ryker strokes my hair and Chase holds my hand and my dog settles against my chest.
This isn’t on my list.
But maybe it should be.
Because this position settles my fears completely. It soothes my heart and my mind.
I feel wanted in a whole new way because neither one of them asks me for sex tonight. Instead, they’re giving me comfort. And that does something to my heart I wasn’t expecting. It expands for both of them.
26
MORNING WOOD
Trina
My rooster alarm doesn’t wake me up. It won’t go off for another thirty minutes. But two roosters do. Seriously, how do men even sleep with these hard-ons?
There’s a very ambitious one nudging my stomach. And, yup. Another stick poking my back, and that one’s quite unyielding too.
But tongue wins. Nacho’s licking my face, which is code for get me the hell out now or I’ll whizz on the bed.
Quietly, I grab my dog and make like an inchworm down the bed so I don’t wake the two sleeping beasts.
I pad out of the bedroom, tug on a sweatshirt and slides, and leash up my guy.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m back and brushing my teeth.
Well, you never know.
I check the time on my phone, and I don’t have to be at work for two more hours, so I plop Nacho in his brand-new bed, giving him a stuffed monkey to get busy with.
I return to the…sex chamber. I could use a little more cuddling time. And maybe I could use a little chance to share my fresh morning breath with my two favorite men.
But when I walk into Chase’s room, I stop in my tracks. Huh. The bed is empty.
Darn.
I guess I’ll…
Oh…
There’s a hand on my back, gliding up my shirt.
Then, lips come down on the side of my neck, and I feel the brush of a beard.
I shiver.
“Come back to bed,” Ryker says, in a sexy morning rumble that comes with minty breath.
“We want you to think about us all day today at work,” Chase whispers in my other ear.
And hello fresh breath too. Now, I’m doubly turned on.
“If you insist,” I say.
“We really fucking do,” Ryker says.
“Besides,” Chase adds, curving a hand over my butt, “if you want us both at the same time, you need to do four first.”
I shiver but tense at the same time. Four is like the butt stuff starter pack. I want them both fucking me at the same time—that’s lucky number six—but I’ve never so much as taken a finger where the sun doesn’t shine, so I figured we better practice.