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)
My neck burns. “You wanted us to share you?” My voice is rough with lust. It’s hot to hear her voice her desires. Even hotter to explore them with her.
Her smile is sensual, confessional. “Yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility,” she admits, then waves a hand in front of her face like she needs to cool off.
I don’t know that I’ll survive the heat either.
“Me neither,” I admit.
“Same fucking here,” Ledger says, then takes another drink of his red wine. Bet he needs to cool off too.
There’s another smile again from Aubrey—sexy, but wholly innocent at the same damn time. That’s her specialty, it seems. “I sensed it. But today confirmed it. The way you knew what to do in the woods. The position. The bench. Even just how you held me.” She shivers.
I strip away any flirting, any humor as I tell her about our experience. “One summer a few years back, we were both in Los Angeles. We met a woman at the gym. We were both into her. She was into both of us.”
Aubrey’s eyes widen with each sentence. “Did she tea—?”
Holy shit. She’s so fucking into this she can’t even finish.
“She taught us everything we know about sharing a woman,” Ledger supplies, answering the almost asked question.
Her cheeks flush. “I nominate her for teacher of the year.” Then her brow knits, and she gestures from Ledger to me and back. “Were you two ever together? With each other?”
There’s no concern. Only curiosity.
I shake my head. “We were only with Zahra. We both like women. It was a summer fling. We all knew the score. And when she returned to Beirut before the hockey season, she gave us each a Leatherman and a note—now you’ve got all the tools.”
Aubrey sighs happily. “I love Zahra.”
And I fucking love that there’s zero jealousy on Aubrey’s part. Not that there should be. But her girl support is yet another thing I like about her.
Too bad I don’t need more things to like about this beautiful woman.
Best to focus on sex. Only sex. “Good. We want to make it good for you. Great for you. You like what we did today on the hike?”
She’s a little breathless as she answers with, “I did. It was better than I imagined.” She turns her gaze to Ledger. “But did you?”
She sounds nervous, like she’s worried he didn’t have a good time.
“Honey, I fucking loved every single second of kissing you, touching you, and fucking you,” he says, meeting her gaze straight on. “Don’t doubt that one bit.”
Her shoulders relax. “I won’t.”
But her brow knits, her eyes going serious. “Does it bother you that this is all new to me?”
Smiling and shaking my head, I slide my hand up her thigh. I can feel Ledger doing the same to her other leg, roaming his palm along her skin. Heat races down my chest, heading straight to my balls. “Sweet thing, it fucking excites me,” I say.
“The things we can introduce you to,” Ledger says in a rasp, his eyes hooked on her.
Her skin flushes as she murmurs something like yes.
“The ways we can touch you,” I add. Her chest rises and falls, her breasts heaving beautifully as we seduce her together.
“The places we can take you in bed,” Ledger rumbles.
I tease my fingers along the silky fabric of her stocking. She lets her legs fall open, looking the slightest bit intoxicated. She feels warm. Her eyes are glossy.
This is my favorite thing. To make a woman feel like she’s the center of the world.
“I hope dinner goes by really fast,” she says.
I couldn’t agree more. “Me fucking too.”
27
THINGS ARE BETTER
Ledger
Dinner goes by so quickly that less than two hours later, I’m in my board shorts in the hot tub. Bubbles froth around the three of us. Aubrey’s between us, her skin dewy in that skimpy pink bikini that makes me want to tear it off so I can play with her fantastic tits.
But first things first.
We’ve already broken our pre-trip rules. Time to lay down some new ones for the rest of the vacation.
Currently, Aubrey’s focused on enjoying the hell out of this bottle of Cristal, courtesy of Aiden, so I don’t press the topic yet. I’ll search for the perfect moment like I hunt for opportunities on the ice every game. She lifts her glass high. “To free champagne.”
“It just tastes better when someone else accidentally buys it for you,” I say after I take a sip of the Cristal, savoring the taste. Dinner, jacuzzi, champagne. The hallmarks for a good night.
With a satisfied post-sip sigh Aubrey declares, “I’m going to start a line of champagne and call the first one…I Never Liked You That Much Anyway.”
What a treat to see her laugh about the situation. I smile, getting in on the fun. “Let’s make it a whole collection.”