Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
He knew deep down if they all wanted the same things, they could make it work. They were going to.
“Good,” Beau said.
“Good?”
“Yeah, because it means we’re on the same page.”
“I’d like to know when you thought we weren’t on the same page?” Scott asked. “I’m not in the habit of chasing after women for a fling. Connie’s different. I thought we were both agreed on these terms.” He needed to clarify matters.
“Just ignore me. I don’t know why I’m even doubting us. I want Connie for forever. Last night, after watching her, seeing you, being inside her, I know I don’t want this to be a quick fling. I want her to be the mother of my children. I want to build a life with her.”
“We both want the same thing then,” Scott said, happy with the outcome.
“But what if she doesn’t?” he asked.
Scott frowned.
“You put the condom on last night and all I thought about was coming in her pussy. Getting her pregnant.”
“Whatever happens, we can’t force this decision on her,” Scott said.
“For all we know, the thought of belonging to both of us for the rest of her life could have her running out of town.”
“She wouldn’t get far. We’d catch her and find a way to make this work. It’s who we are. Now, let’s go and feed her,” Scott said. He didn’t know how to broach the subject of forever with Connie.
Just getting her to agree to belong to the two of them was a miracle. They were going to face obstacles. She didn’t want the town to know she was dating both of them. That already added pressure to their relationship.
With their breakfasts on the tray, he carried all three upstairs. Beau could complain all he wanted. He loved it when he cooked for him.
When he got to his bedroom, the bed was already empty with no sign of Connie. They’d lost her.
She came out of the bedroom wearing one of his shirts.
Beau patted the bed. “Come on, darlin’, breakfast in bed.”
She wrinkled her nose.
“You don’t like breakfast in bed?” Scott asked.
“It’s a pet peeve. With all the crumbs. I sound so ungrateful. I love breakfast.”
“How about I carry this downstairs, and you bring that sweet ass, and we go and eat something all together?” Scott asked.
If he was being honest, eating in bed wasn’t something he enjoyed doing. Even with ice cream he didn’t like it. The bed was to sleep in, not to eat in. Knowing she felt the same way, he was happy.
After setting the table, Connie sat on one side of him, Beau on the other.
“This looks delicious,” Connie said.
“No bacon.”
“I’m not a big fan of bacon,” Connie said with another nose wrinkle.
“You’re becoming my favorite person.” Scott speared a piece of scrambled tofu and took a bite. He loved the stuff and had lived on it for years.
He watched Connie and saw her appreciation of his cooking. Glancing over at Beau, he saw his friend did the same.
This was everything he wanted. All he’d ever dreamed about. He’d had to wait for the right woman to make it happen, but he saw a future, and he wasn’t going to fuck that up.
****
Connie stared down at the order form.
Her body still ached in all the right places. Her bar was supposed to be opening tonight. The morning with Scott and Beau had been cut really short.
Beau had a mechanical emergency and Scott had a client at the gym. She saw no reason to not be at work to finish off the last-minute preparations of her bar. She’d already been at the place for an hour and still, her mind was on last night. It had all happened so fast. Part of her had expected to feel like a slut, but she didn’t.
She should.
Two men.
Two amazing men.
They both wanted her and last night had been the best she’d ever had. She put the order form down and instead went to the tables, and put the chairs on the floor, setting up the bar to be ready for when the first customer came in.
She opened up the main doors to allow some fresh air in. It was a hot day, and with her thoughts running wild about the night before, she needed to cool down. She went out to the back, poured herself a glass of water, added ice, and made her way into the hot air.
Sipping at her water, she touched the edge of Scott’s shirt. She hadn’t taken it off.
The scent of him had already worn off, and she didn’t want to turn into one of those crazy people, but she could already feel her need for him building once again. The same for Beau.
Less than a week ago, she hadn’t been in any kind of relationship or even hinted at being with anyone. Now, she was with two men. Two best friends.