Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
He chuckled, and then leaned forward, placing his warm, wet lips on the mark. “I’m sorry. I’m not really a Prince Charming.”
“That’s okay, I’m not really looking for Prince Charming,” I said.
Leaning closer, I was millimeters away from his lips when the bedroom door crashed open.
“What the fuck, Bro! You were supposed to pick me up at the airport!”
Chapter 5
You had me at ‘let’s go to Taco Bell.’
-Viddy to Miller.
Viddy
“Who’s the chick?” The man asked, and then hopped onto the bed beside us, lying down and closing his eyes.
He was tall like Trance. Same blonde hair color, only his hair was wavy instead of insanely curly. Same cleft chin. Same dimples. He was also about twice Trance’s size, muscle wise, and that was saying something since Trance wasn’t a small man himself. In fact, he was pretty damn huge in my opinion, which made the man now curling up in bed beside me more resemble a Goliath in the muscle department.
“Viddy,” Trance growled, covering me up with his sheet. “I’d like you to meet my brother. The asshole.”
“I thought I was the asshole.” Another man said from the doorway. “You told me last time I was the asshole. I want to be the asshole. He can be the shit head.”
That one was the same height as Trance as well, but his hair was a nearly snow white, and curly like Trance’s. Same dimples. Same cleft. Less muscles. He was more what I would call wiry. Oh, he had muscles, but of the three, he was definitely the smallest. And youngest. He still had some boyish look to him.
Their mother and father must be freakin’ gorgeous.
Then he, too, got into bed, sandwiching himself between my thigh and the other man on the bed.
I giggled.
Seriously, who could not giggle at a time like this?
I was seeing out of half my eye.
Three gorgeous men were with me in the same bed.
“Viddy, the one on the far side is my big brother, Miller. The one currently using your thigh as a pillow is my baby brother, Foster.” He chuckled.
It was obvious that they were all really close.
Especially since Trance hadn’t kicked them out of bed yet.
Even after they’d walked in on me straddling their brother.
“It’s nice to meet you both. I’ve heard a lot about you.” I said, smiling slightly at them.
“I bet he told you everything bad we’ve ever done, huh?” Miller asked, glaring at Trance.
I giggled again.
Not one to be left out, Radar jumped from the floor to the bed, settling in by laying across Trance’s chest and my lap, licking Foster’s face.
“Stop you big galoot.” Foster laughed.
“How did y’all get past Radar and Kosher?” I asked curiously.
“They love us. We actually saw you walking towards his room earlier, so we let y’all have a few minutes before we came to announce our presence.” Foster said as he pulled Radar down until he was laying length wise down the bed.
Kosher, not one to be ignored either, jumped up on Miller’s side and started licking, too.
“The bed’s not supposed to hold this much.” Trance said dryly.
I looked around, surveying the space, still practically giddy inside that I was able to see, albeit not very well. It was good enough for me though. If I never got anything back for the rest of my life, I would be happy.
“So, since everyone’s awake at...” Trance glanced at the watch on his wrist. “4:43 A.M. we can go to breakfast. I don’t have anything to cook. Cracker Barrel or IHOP?”
“Cracker Barrel.”
“Taco Bell.”
“McDonald’s.”
I out right laughed at the exasperation written all over Trance’s face. “Were Taco Bell and McDonald’s even options, dipshits?”
Of course, it was the brothers that’d come up with the two suggestions that weren’t even options. I was a conformist. I was a go with the crowd type of person.
Although, now that they’d mentioned it, Taco Bell did sound pretty good.
Which was how we wound up in Trance’s Tahoe, driving to Taco Bell at five in the morning.
“We need some tunes!” Miller declared loudly, as soon as we were pulling out of Trance’s driveway.
I was in the back with Foster, while Miller sat up front with Trance.
When the only thing Miller found was news programs, I offered my phone. “I have Pandora. You should be able to find anything you want to listen to.”
Greedily, Miller snatched the phone from my hand, plugged it in, and pulled up the Pandora app.
Embarrassingly enough, the first song to come on was Hakuna Matata.
After a few moments of stunned silence, I found myself staring at three grown men, all of them sporting beards, singing the Disney song at the top of their lungs with the windows down.
They were dancing and moving, shaking the SUV with their movement.
Miller even pulled out the old school moves with the sprinkler and the robot.
Laughing my ass off when we pulled up to the stop light one intersection away from Taco Bell, I looked over to see a car full of teenagers staring at us warily.
Then, doing what teenagers do, they revved the engine of their little four door Mazda.
Trance, not one to be out done, kept singing, but made sure to rev his own engine.
Trance’s was louder.
It was a V8 with headers and a Flo Master exhaust. There was never going to be a comparison.
The song ended, moving on to the next, which happened to be A Whole New World.
Which also happened to be known by each man.
Which was how I found myself racing a car full of teenagers to the local Taco Bell as they all sang along as if they were on Broadway.
FYI…Trance won.
***
Trance
“I like your girl.” Miller said with a tilt of his beer in Viddy’s direction. “I thought she was blind though.”
I looked at Viddy as she threw a stick for Mocha and Tequila.
Each puppy would race the other, and then carry it back side-by-side, offering their war prize to Viddy to throw again.
“Yeah, she is.” I said, and then explained her condition.
“So what, she sees, but she doesn’t see?”