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)
I call it When the Mood Strikes.
Sultry vocals from whiskey-voiced women singing about longing weave around me as my men and I finish getting dressed, and I put on a gift they got me.
When we returned home, I found a pretty black box on the middle of the bed waiting for me, a silver bow tied around it. Inside it—a lavender demi-cup bra with a butterfly print and matching panties.
I check my reflection in the mirror. Is this really me? I’ve never been a lingerie girl. But maybe because I never felt like I was truly sexy. Now, with these men, I do. Because they listen.
I head to the door and open it. My dog’s hanging out in the living room with her new hedgehog. They bought her a toy too.
“I’m ready,” I say.
I feel all glittery inside, lit up by fireworks and starlight as Rhys and Gavin come in, circling me.
Wearing jeans and nothing else, Rhys regards me with heat in his sinful eyes, then runs his fingers down my flushed chest before he moves past me, heading to the chair in the corner. Gavin, in gray sweats, runs his thumb along my bottom lip, then shoves it into my mouth. I suck, eyes closing, desire flaming. When he lets go, I flutter open my eyes as he moves next to me.
Hollis towers in the doorway, wearing something so incongruous and so hot. He’s in his slacks and his dress shirt. That must be what he wore when he arrived the night we ran into each other in the hot tub. An emerald-green necktie is snug at his neck.
“You. Just fucking look at you,” he says as he closes the distance between us, reaches for my hands, lifts them, and kisses one wrist.
I shudder.
Have I ever been kissed on my wrist before? I don’t think so, and I don’t ever want him to stop.
“Gavin, help him out. Kiss the back of her arm,” Rhys instructs nonchalantly. Gavin plants a kiss on the underside of my elbow.
They kiss me more, treasure hunters discovering all the places on my body till I’m gasping, shivering.
Then, Hollis steps back and runs a hand down his tie, his blue eyes locked with mine. “Take it off me, Briar,” he commands.
With eager fingers I undo the knot. Tug off the tie. Hand it to him.
“Gavin, worship our girl a little,” Rhys says. “Maybe kiss her ankles. See if she likes that.”
I look to Rhys, a heated charge zinging between the Englishman and me, all while Gavin drops to his knees, then wraps a big hand around my calf.
He kisses me, and I whimper.
But there’s no time to linger in the new sensations of ankle kisses since Hollis crowds me, draping the tie around my neck. The silk slides against my skin. “You’re going to look so fucking pretty wearing my tie,” he says, his voice rough with lust as he adjusts the fabric, like he’s going to make a knot.
But he stops abruptly. Turns to Rhys. “You know, I could use some help, man.”
Rhys strides over to join the scene, coasting a hand ever so casually down my stomach to the lacy top of my panties. “What do you need exactly?” Rhys asks, like he doesn’t know. Like they didn’t script this.
Hollis eyes me up and down, humming thoughtfully. “Maybe unhook that bra. I think…yeah, I’d really like to see how the tie looks when it falls between her tits. What do you think, Gav?”
“Fuck yes,” he rumbles from the floor.
Rhys moves behind me, sweeps my hair to the side, then presses a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. He unhooks the bra, tosses it gently to the bed, then walks in front of me but turns his attention to Hollis. “Better, mate?”
“Thanks, man,” Hollis says, then loops one silky piece of emerald fabric over the other, his big hands brushing against the hard points of my nipples.
He finishes the knot, then tightens it. “How does she look?” he asks Rhys, who’s returned to the chair.
I shift subtly to him so he can drink me in. I’m wearing panties and a tie. That’s it.
“Pretty good Windsor knot, but maybe move the tie just so.” Rhys waves to the right.
Hollis centers the tie between my bare breasts. “Like that?”
“It’s almost the perfect outfit.” Rhys says.
“What would make it better?” I ask him, breathless.
Rhys sets his palms on his thighs, studying me. “If you were naked, love.” He pauses. “Gavin, can you take care of that little issue?”
“I’m on it.” Gavin peels down my panties, groaning as he goes. I step out of them, dressed in nothing but a necktie the color of a jewel.
“Do you like my outfit better now, Rhys?” I ask, playing along.
“It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen you in,” Rhys says, his voice thick with lust, then he shifts his focus to his friends. “You guys agree?”