Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
While he speaks to the woman at the front desk, Hayden and I walk around. When we stop in the main room with a gorgeous fireplace with huge comfy-looking reading chairs, I can’t help but imagine getting lost in a book here for hours with a coffee in my hand.
“What are you smiling at?” Hayden asks.
“If I were rich, I would build a room just like this. Only I’d have bookshelves lining the walls with all of my favorite books. I’d make myself a cup of coffee every night after the kids are in bed and lounge in one of those chairs, reading for hours.”
Hayden smiles softly and wraps his arms around me, his hands going straight to my butt. “And on the floor”—he juts his chin toward the fluffy rug in front of the fireplace—“Brody and I would lay you out and make love to you every single night.”
My core tightens at the thought, and I nod in agreement. “I want to be with you both this weekend,” I murmur so nobody can hear, “at the same time.”
“Ready?” Brody asks.
“More than ready,” I tell him.
Hayden chuckles and, threading our fingers together, tugs me away from the pretty room.
I expected our room to be in the cozy little cabin, so I’m surprised when Brody takes us out back and around the side, where I see several cottages just as adorable. The walls are white-washed wood, and cute royal blue shutters frame the windows with gorgeous flower beds perched under each one. There’s a wraparound porch with a porch swing, and more potted plants hang from the beams.
The interior is even cozier, with a good-sized country-style kitchen, comfy-looking couches in the living room, and a fireplace that’s just as big as the one in the main house. There’s even a plush rug in front of the fireplace. I glance at it and then at Hayden, who must know exactly what I’m thinking because his lips curl into the sexiest smirk.
There are three bedrooms and two bathrooms, but Brody insists we share a room—not that he has to because it’s a given. Just like I’ve been sharing a room with them for the past few weeks at their place.
“We have about an hour and a half or so before lunch,” Brody says. “If you want to freshen—”
“What I want is to thank you for bringing me here,” I say, cutting him off. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, wanting him to know how much this all means to me. Ever since we’ve been together, regardless of the guys’ crazy schedule, they make it a point to put me… to put us first. It doesn’t matter how busy they are. They come home at a decent hour and spend the weekend with me.
When I went to their office to have lunch with them, Brody’s assistant made a comment that this is the first time in years she’s seen him take so much time off.
And a couple of days ago, when we had dinner with Brody’s parents again—this time with his siblings—Savy mentioned the same thing, thanking me for pulling them out of their work-induced fog. But what she doesn’t realize is that I didn’t have to pull at all—they do it on their own.
One night, when I asked them why they no longer work long hours, Brody simply said, “Why would we want to be in an office when we can be spending time with you?”
“You don’t have to thank us,” Brody murmurs against my lips. “We’d give you the damn world if you let us.” He presses his lips against mine for a soft kiss and is exploring my mouth when Hayden comes up behind me, resting his hands on my hips. He nips at my shoulder, then licks away the bite of pain.
“I want you both…now,” I groan as Hayden fists my hair and tugs it to the side, and Brody breaks our kiss, placing kisses along my jawline and then my throat. I let my head fall back against Hayden’s shoulder, and he sucks on my earlobe, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
“We need to wait until tonight,” Brody says, cupping my face. “If we get you naked right now, we’ll never make it to lunch.”
“Fuck lunch,” I breathe. “The only thing I want for lunch is you.”
Brazenly, I drop to my knees between them and stroke the bulges in their pants. They both release a groan in unison, spurring me on. Starting with Brody, I undo his pants and push them along with his boxer briefs to the floor. His cock is rock hard and stands at attention, and I give it a quick, open-mouthed kiss before I turn my attention to Hayden, removing his pants as well. His cock is also hard with a bit of pre-cum beading out of the slit, so I lean in and lick the head, tasting the saltiness before I take him all the way into my mouth.