Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Maybe.”
Max rotates the desserts, so that the strawberry shortcake is now in front of me, and I take a bite. “This is good, but not as good as the crème brûlée.”
Max, who has that dish now, fills his spoon with the custard and holds it up to my mouth. He watches me wrap my lips around his spoon as he feeds me.
“The chocolate cake is the best one,” Max says, tipping his head toward Miles, who cuts off a bite of it with his fork and offers it to me.
Two men feeding me decadent desserts? How is this my life?
CHAPTER 45
CALLIE
After I take the offered bite, Miles slides the cake plate closer to Max and me. “You two can finish everything. I’m full.”
“Are you sure? Want more of the shortcake?” I offer.
“I’m sure. How are your feet feeling?”
“Still a little sore. I hope tomorrow’s shoes aren’t so tight.”
“Let me see.” Miles pushes his chair back from the table and angles it so that I can extend my leg and rest my foot in his lap.
Max offers me another spoonful of custard, while Miles gently inspects my foot. “You didn’t get a blister. That’s good.” When I nod, my mouth full, he asks, “Do you like to have your feet rubbed?”
I lift my brows and shrug as I swallow the food. “I don’t know. I’ve never had someone do that. They didn’t do my feet at the spa today.”
“Some people are too ticklish.” Max reaches for a spoonful of whipped cream from the shortcake, and I was right; watching one of the men eat it is definitely a turn-on.
I’m still staring at Max’s mouth, when Miles says, “Only one way to find out. I’ll try not to tickle you.” Miles presses his thumb into the bottom of my foot and slides it over the pad toward my toes. He repeats it a second time, and I melt.
“Ohh! Wow, I didn’t expect that to feel so good.”
He strokes down toward my heel, and it feels even better. “Good. I’m glad you like it.”
Max gives me another bite of crème brûlée, and if I thought having two men feed me was decadent, having one feed me while the other rubs my feet is the new pinnacle of pleasure. I probably shouldn’t let myself be spoiled this way, because this will be a hard experience to top.
Looking for a distraction, I say, “Miles, did you notice that Mr. Hargrove left the rehearsal dinner before the entrées were served?”
Miles keeps his focus on my foot as he gently pulls on each of my toes, one at a time. “Oh, did he?”
“He never did come back, at least not before we left.”
“Maybe he had to make a phone call,” Max says. He offers me another bite of dessert, but I shake my head. I’m getting full, too.
“Long phone call. I kept imagining him sneaking out to have a private meeting with the greasy-haired man. I’m being silly, aren’t I, acting like I’m a spy? Did you guys ever watch The X Files?”
Both brothers say they have.
“Mr. Hargrove reminds me of the Cigarette Smoking Man. Maybe that’s why he seems so suspicious.”
“Yeah, he does, now that you mention it,” Max says.
“It’s the hair,” Miles says, and the three of us laugh together.
“Maybe I can convince my mom he’s up to no good, and she’ll stop flirting with him.” I say this entirely as a joke, but the men stop laughing. They’re probably thinking about how I don’t stand up to my mom, and maybe they’re right about it being something I need to change.
“Your sister looked like she was having a good time,” Miles says.
“Yeah, she was.” I get a warm glow at the thought of it. I’m so happy everything is going well for her, especially after all the stressful preparations.
Max puts the dessert dishes back on the cart and wheels it into the hallway for pickup, as Miles switches to my other foot. I’m starting to feel very relaxed, even though his touch sends excited sensations straight up my legs to my core.
“I’m having a lot more fun than I expected, too,” I tell them when Max returns. “Despite the disruptions.”
I’m feeling so good right now that I don’t even want to mention my ex’s name.
Max moves the table out of the way and positions his chair close to his brother’s. After he sits down, he takes my left leg into his lap and starts to massage that foot while Miles works on the right one.
“I’m having a good time, too,” Max says. “I’m really glad we met you.”
Miles meets my eyes and smiles. “Me too.”
The warm glow I was feeling at the thought of my sister's happiness intensifies. I’ve been worrying that the men were bored or regretting coming, so I’m glad to hear that’s not the case.