Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Bet they taste…incredible,” Dev adds, not looking away from me either.
I feel both their eyes on me. That warmth rolls down my chest, heading toward my belly. They’re looking at me like they’re enjoying those images a lot. Like they’re imagining the taste of the chocolate…on my lips.
And I’m picturing…my hands in their hair.
Impulsively, I undo my seatbelt, then scoot next to Ledger, wedging myself by his side in his comfy seat, hip to hip. The press of his strong body is a little distracting. So is his scent, like nighttime and the starlit ocean. But I’m a hairstylist on a mission. I take a fortifying sip of my bubbly, then set the glass in his hand.
He takes it, giving me a quizzical look.
“Just hold it. I have an idea for your hair,” I explain, staring at his dark locks, slicked back and neatly combed. I’m pretty sure there’s just enough length for my plans. My fingers tingle with excitement. I can’t wait to see if this works. “Can I?”
Ledger huffs out a breath, then nods a little unsteadily. “Yes.” It sounds like a grunt.
I set one hand on his left shoulder, angling him near to me. There are only inches between us, but I’m used to being close to people. It’s part of my job.
I run my fingers through the front of his hair, tousling it, and he tenses, drawing a sharp inhale.
“Is this okay?” I ask, concerned.
He doesn’t answer with words. Just a curt nod that’s a clear yes. I keep going, running my fingers a little more roughly through his locks, mussing them up on top. Just as I suspected. He does have enough length to give him some height and volume. With some product I could really do something trendy. But I can still make a difference with my fingers. I play with his hair. A minute later, I lean back, appraising his new style.
Ledger meets my gaze with expectant eyes. “How is it?”
I’m motionless for a few seconds as wild ideas flash through my mind. Of Dev telling me to touch Ledger then asking how it is. Then of Ledger demanding I kiss Dev.
Do they like that? Watching a woman be kissed? Seeing a woman get turned on?
I gulp, trying to cover up my sudden breathlessness at touching my travel companion and thinking about him in new ways.
Wait. Make that both of them.
My brain flips faster through those images now, picturing Ledger pulling me all the way onto his lap, then sliding those big hands down my arms. To Dev getting in on the act, coasting a hand over my leg. One man dusting his lips on this side of my neck, the other man kissing the other side of me.
A double kiss. I shudder.
Snap out of it.
Clearly, I have too many besties banging two dudes. Just because it happened to them doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me.
I’m saved by the bell when Sterling arrives holding a gleaming silver tray. Four pieces of mouth-watering chocolate adorn a plate, next to a stack of fresh linen napkins. “From my favorite place,” I say, amazed as I recognize the chocolates.
“Good,” Ledger says.
“Enjoy,” Dev adds.
The craving in me intensifies. I return to my seat, where Sterling places the tray on a side table.
I don’t need two men. I don’t even need one. I have chocolate.
When I pop one into my mouth, I feel both men watching me as I eat it.
15
DOUBLE BOOKED
Aubrey
I have to stop thinking about them touching me.
Like, is there a brain eraser somewhere at the rental car counter at the tiny airport? Some potion I can take?
I can’t spend the whole trip picturing them pleasuring me.
Just focus on the day, the trip, the agenda.
That’s what I tell myself as we head to the SUV. I canceled the compact car I’d reserved at the city’s major airport, and Dev rented this one instead.
Dev holds open the passenger door.
We get inside and I yank on my seatbelt as Dev plugs the directions in his phone. We need to catch the early evening ferry to McDoodle Island.
But before he turns on the car, he toggles over to his music app. “First, we need a song to set the mood.”
“Another superstition?” I ask.
With a confident nod, he says, “Yup. You pick.”
“DJ privileges. Excellent,” I say, and this is good. This is trip stuff. It’s not dirty stuff.
Though, as I scroll through Dev’s music app, I’m not so sure anymore. The man likes seriously sexy music. Two Feet, The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Leon Bridges.
Not helpful, Dev.
Maybe I can find, I dunno, “Over the Rainbow” or “On the Good Ship Lollipop.” I pick Sam Smith and hope my hormones don’t go into overdrive. Though, doubtful.
I try to ignore the lyrics and the feel as best as I can as we cruise away from the municipal airport in Renton, heading toward the ferry that’ll take us across Puget Sound, whisking us to the edge of the state. As we wind through the emerald city, towering evergreens hugging the road, I focus on the trip only. I’m going to be the best travel companion ever. “So what do you guys want to do first? I have a list of all sorts of fun possibilities. We can hike. Or go to Deception Pass,” I say, picturing the landmark of the region, a gorgeous bridge connecting two islands.