Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Triple dial-a-dick,” she laughs eventually, and I know for certain that I’ve never been more relieved to hear the sweet tinkle of her amusement in my life.
“Three for the price of one,” I agree.
“A bargain,” she laughs, picking up her burger. “I better start fueling up.”
As she eats, I realize we’ve talked about this, but she hasn’t actually agreed. She’s left me out on a limb, hanging in the wind. I’m not going to push it, though. Women don’t like men who beg. They want a man so confident he’ll assume he’s desirable enough that she’ll definitely say yes.
“You’d better keep your strength up because there’s another part to this offer.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
“Well, in repayment for our dial-a-dick services, you’ll need to cook for us. A home cooked meal for every orgasm.”
She splutters, choking on whatever was in her mouth. I pass her a bottle of water so she can wash down her food and a napkin to dry her lips. “I can’t agree to that,” she says.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m banking on you guys working hard, and that’s going to mean more big O’s than there are mealtimes.”
Shit. She’s banking…it hits me that she’s agreed to the part of this arrangement that matters. Fuck Dalton’s stupid food idea. We can live on sandwiches for the rest of our lives.
Or maybe not.
“Okay. Let’s say four hot meals a week in exchange for an unlimited number of orgasms.”
Our eyes meet and the zap of heat that passes between us sends shivers over my spine and a surge of blood into my cock.
“Four meals I can do, but you’ll have to buy the ingredients.”
“Done,” I say, offering my hand. She takes it, wrapping her cool, slender fingers around mine and shaking vigorously.
“Nice doing business with you, Mr. Nowak.” She grins.
“Nice doing business with you, Miss Cross.”
And just like that, it seems that all my fantasies might come true after all.
4
GABRIELLA
It’s 9 pm when my phone buzzes. When I swipe open my phone, I discover I’ve been invited to a new WhatsApp group called Dial-A-D. Very cute.
I guess Kain has had a chance to communicate the details of our discussion to his big brothers and that they are in agreement. I turn to face the long-arched mirror that’s propped in the corner of my bedroom, gazing at the girl who thought it would be a good idea to step into forbidden territory.
Forbidden because they’re my brother’s best friends in the world and forbidden because there are three of them.
My reflection stares back, stripped of makeup, dressed in one of Travis’s worn shirts that is so oversized on me that it hangs past my thighs.
I’ve always tried to be a brave girl. I guess being surrounded by boys from a young age drove me to be more daring, trying to keep up with their constant drive for crazy adventures. Since I started University, I’ve had my fair share of flings with varying degrees of satisfaction. Most of the time, after a couple of dates, I back out. As soon as I smell a whiff of too much interest from them, I’m out the door.
I like my men cool and in charge, preferably okay with holding me at arm’s length with a slightly frosty exterior and a domineering side that keeps me grounded.
My go-to romance novels always involve a dominant book boyfriend of some sort; a CEO who seduces his assistant, a mafia don who kidnaps his rival’s sister, a motorcycle club criminal who rescues a woman from violence and then proceeds to keep her captive for himself. They’re all equally cold at the start, sometimes with a nasty streak and enjoy a little pain.
So far, none of my fellow students have come close to being the kind of man who could really get me off and hold me down for more than a passing interlude.
Blake - Gabs! I heard you’re up for replacing your rabbit with my snake. Hit me up whenever.
Dalton - Seriously, dude! That’s what you go with as an introduction to this? Gabs, I just clipped him around the back of the head on your behalf.
Blake - He did, with his big orc hand.
Kain - Guys, can you tone down the bullshit? For fuck’s sake.
Kain - Gabs, as you can see, I’ve filled in my idiot brothers on the arrangement. I’m sure you can tell from Blake’s eloquent message, they’re in. I guess all there is to say is that we’re at your beck and call. Whenever you need us, use this chat. Whoever is around will fulfill whatever desire you have. When you don’t need us anymore, all you have to do is leave this chat and we’ll know. No expectations. No hard feelings. Just fun between friends, okay?
I reply with a simple OK, and three smiley-face emojis appear in quick succession.