Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"Ah, hell." He presses his face to my throat and expels a shuddering breath. "You hear that, Brax? Our girl thinks she's ready to take both of us at the same time."
"No," Braxton snarls from the front seat. "Not the first time."
"I want it," I say, licking my lips. I lift my gaze to the mirror to find his eyes locked on the road ahead. "I want you both, Braxton. S-so bad."
"You'll have us both, lamb," he rasps, his dark voice sending a chill of anticipation through me. "We'll keep you stuffed full of cock and cum until you can't take any more of either. But the first time, I'm making the rules." His gaze flickers to mine in the mirror, burning hot. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as the intensity in them scorches me alive. "I decide how we fuck you and how much you can take. That's my price for watching the two of you now."
I see it then, how much it's killing him to be in the driver's seat, unable to put his hands on me. How he aches to touch Liam just as badly. He's dying to join us, to claim us both, but he's Braxton, and right now, his need to get me safely out of the storm overrides everything else. We're torturing him, and he's letting us do it. But we'll pay for it later. When I'm safe, Liam and I will both pay.
I understand then what I didn't before. They don't just want me. They want each other just as badly. They burn for each other just as hotly. I don't think it was me they were avoiding all this time. I think it was temptation, a shifting of their relationship from what it's always been to what it's meant to be. They were fighting fate, but they aren't fighting it anymore. They're finally on the same page, ready to admit that what's between the three of us is bigger than the small minds who will never understand it.
Plato believed the soul has three parts—the appetitive, the spirited, and the rational. We are those three parts, each individual and distinct, each guided and shaped by our own experiences. Yet, we belong together. We're mere pieces of one whole soul, incomplete without the others. Braxton is our head, our logic. Liam our heart and the hot blood running through our veins. I'm our desires and needs, the thirst we can't quench except for with one another. We need each other.
Now, Braxton and Liam know it too. They aren't fighting it anymore.
Thank God.
"Then get us there, Braxton," I plead, overwhelmed with relief and need and an ache so intense I'm afraid it's going to rip me apart at the seams. If it does, I'll simply…float away. Never to be seen again. Never to be whole again. "I need you both."
"We're here, baby," Liam says, nuzzling my neck again. His stubble scrapes my skin, sending another bolt of desire ripping through me. He pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and then slowly releases them.
I cry out, dizzy with the pleasure of it. And then his words sink into my brain. I fight through the fog of lust, trying to focus. There's no way we made it across the city that fast, not in this storm. Not with Braxton driving so slowly.
As if on cue, he taps the brakes. I peel my eyes open to find two wrought-iron gates blocking our way, each standing eight feet tall. My apartment complex is gated, but it looks nothing like this. Braxton hits a button on the dashboard and the gates slowly creek open.
"Where are we?"
"Home," Liam says.
Braxton lets off the brake, and we slow roll through the gates. It's raining too hard to see much more than the twin parapet towers of an old Gothic Revival rising out of the storm like two sentinels standing guard over the city, but I immediately recognize the place. I drive by it on my way to work every day. It's a gorgeous five-bedroom, four-bathroom mansion with pointed arches and roof gables that was listed with an ungodly asking price. I spent an unhealthy amount of time looking at it online until the listing was taken down last week. It made me sad that someone bought it because it's my dream house.
"I don't understand," I mumble, gaping at the towers through the rain. "You don't live here." Braxton and Liam both own houses in Woodland Hills, fifteen minutes in the opposite direction from the office.
Neither Braxton nor Liam answers me. Instead, Braxton drives slowly up the circular driveway and parks in front of the house. Liam reluctantly tugs my shirt down to cover me and then places a sweet kiss on the side of my throat before unlatching my seatbelt.