Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
When Hollis lets go, Rhys comes in one more time. I’m swooning by the time he stops a few seconds later. “New gold medalist?” Rhys asks.
“You both win the tag team kissing event,” I say, my voice feathery from their attention.
“Good. Because when it comes to you, we’re definitely into teamwork,” Rhys says as he removes a silky blue necktie from the bag, then dangles it in front of me. “Hollis told me you might want to try this tonight. Think this will work?”
What works is them talking about me. Them teaming up to make this night amazing. Them sharing me in more ways than one.
An image of them at the shop, picking out ties for me, Hollis telling him about our conversation earlier, sends a hot shiver to my core. I run my thumb across the soft fabric. “I do.”
Gavin arrives a minute later. He looks freshly showered, his dark hair neatly combed. He wears a snug burgundy polo and jeans. Maybe he was here earlier before I returned home? He has a board game tucked under his arm. On the cover of it is a cartoonish man in a hospital bed. It’s Operation. A better choice than Twister given my skirt. “Well, it is game night,” he says, like he needs to make light of his contribution.
I hide my smile since Gavin clearly doesn’t want his gift to seem like a big deal.
But Hollis isn’t so subtle. He shoots Gavin the most I told you so smile I’ve ever seen. Gavin waves a dismissive hand, then sets the game on the table with a rough, “Here you go.”
“Nice of you to join us for game night,” Rhys remarks, then turns to me, strategy flickering in his brown eyes. He’s entered playmaker mode, I suspect. Then, I’m certain of it when he asks, “Can we take Donut for a quick walk?”
Last night Hollis joined me for some alone time on a walk. Now it’s Rhys’s turn.
They’re tag-teaming me here too. I never answered Hollis earlier when he asked whether I wanted another man in the bedroom or not.
I’m ready to answer Rhys now.
36
GAME NIGHT
Briar
We barely make it past the yard when I blurt out, “Yes.”
“But you don’t even know what I’m going to ask,” Rhys teases.
As Donut sniffs the grass at the edge of the sidewalk, I say, “I’m pretty sure I do. The question Hollis asked me earlier. I never answered him.”
“Is it about menswear?” he asks innocently.
I give him a look, then with my free hand I tug on the collar of his Henley, a needy pull. “Rhys. I know he told you. I know you guys talked about me.”
Rhys drops the teasing, then covers my hand with both of his. “Because we want to take care of you this week.”
The reminder of the expiration date—one we both need. We both have so much at stake beyond this tryst. Hollis, Rhys, and me. We’re all on the same page.
But the page tonight is pleasure. “Yes,” I say, nerves swooping through my entire body.
Rhys inches closer as Donut busies herself with ground exploration. “Of course we talked about you. Both of us want you to feel extraordinary,” he says, and how could I not when he says things like that?
But I have something to say, too, about my desires. Ones I’ve barely come to terms with. Ones I’m still trying to understand. In just a couple days, Hollis, and then Hollis and Rhys together, have taken care of me in brand-new ways.
Hollis has made me feel safe every step of this thrilling new journey—safe in bed, and safe with my wants. He seems to understand me in ways I haven’t even articulated yet.
Rhys came into the scene last night without any agenda except…me. He had one goal—to show me what it means to be adored. To be treated well. He’s done that.
They’re both an excellent team.
I should be a good teammate too.
Because Gavin understands me as well. Gavin has stepped up too. Gavin has shown me the type of man he is.
I want all three of them.
I dig down deep, ready to expose my raw wishes, my deepest fantasies. “I don’t know what Gavin wants. Or if it bothers you or Hollis. This whole thing is so new to me,” I say, in a bare admission.
Rhys’s gaze softens as he comes close and cups my chin. “Hollis and I—we’re good with whatever you want. We want to make you feel amazing. We want to overwhelm you with pleasure. We want you to feel adored in bed.” He slides his thumb over my bottom lip, taking his time, seducing me with his firm touch. “Do you want him to join us too?”
What a question. What a freaking question I never thought a man would ask me. I might have dated the wrong men, but somehow I picked the right guys for this…project. “Only if he wants to. Don’t ask him. Don’t push him,” I say, worry stitched in my voice.