Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“I don’t know either,” I say, feeling my cheeks start to flush a little. “I’ve only read it in romance novels.”
“This is better than a book.” His hands tighten on my waist and I feel that throbbing begin to start again down there. “Because this is real.”
He kisses me, but this time I open my mouth and let his tongue in. I’m getting really into it, but his brothers are right over there and I don’t want to make a scene so I’m thankful when Moose swims between us, smacking us both in the face with his wet tail.
“You stay away from me,” I say with a grin when Moose swims away. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”
He grins as his sexy eyes darken. “I know just how you feel.”
My neck has been tingling all day on a spot just below my ear and I touch it, wondering why it feels like it’s missing something.
Cameron notices but doesn’t say anything.
“Are you guys getting hungry?” Easton calls out from the barbecue. “Ready in T-minus five minutes.”
“We’re coming,” Cameron says as he swims to the ladder. He scoops Moose out with his big arms as easily as if the huge dog was a tiny chihuahua. It always amazes me how strong this man actually is.
Jacob comes wandering over as Easton and Roman get the food off the grill. He glances over at me but then quickly turns away.
I think he’d prefer if I had never shown up here in the first place. Maybe he’d be happy if I left tonight to return to New York before his younger brother got too attached.
Ugh. The thought of returning to New York makes my stomach churn. I really don’t want to leave. I want to stay with Cameron and see if this can be as great as I think it can.
“After you,” Cameron says as he waits for me at the ladder. His huge hand is on my ass as I climb up, acting like I need his help, but really he’s just copping a feel. Good thing I don’t mind.
Cameron is up the ladder right after me and keeps his possessive eyes on the guys as I wrap the towel around my body. They’re smart ones and don’t dare look at me while I’m in my bikini. They all know their possessive brother would make them pay for a glance.
“What can I do to help?” I ask as I walk over to the patio table. It’s all set up with salads, cornbread, and a huge platter of delicious looking ribs. I haven’t eaten home cooking like this since I left my hometown in Arkansas two years ago.
I’m only able to get home to visit at Christmas since it’s so far and I’m always broke, but I talk to my parents on the phone every week and I text my sister every few days or so, which reminds me, I have to send her a picture of Cameron. She’s going to freak.
“You can pour the ice tea,” Roman says as he turns the barbecue off. “It’s spiked, so be careful.”
I laugh as I grab the huge pitcher and start pouring it out. It smells strong but good. Everything looks great.
We sit down and dig in. I’m beside my man and this place already feels like home as we gorge on the amazing food and laugh at all of the funny stories they tell me.
Even Jacob seems to be easing into this. He’s not as standoffish as he was last night or this morning, and if I was so bold, I’d say that I’m starting to grow on him. Maybe it’s because he sees the way Cameron looks at me with such adoration or the way my man can’t seem to stop smiling when I’m by his side. Whatever it is, he’s loosening up.
“So, your dads are twins?” I can’t eat another bite, but the guys are still going strong. The appetites of these men are astonishing. Maybe I should do a story on that.
“Were twins,” Easton corrects. “They died a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Shit, why did I have to go and ruin the festive atmosphere?
“It was Burton,” Jacob says as he looks at me from across the table. “He went after them to get to us.”
“Oh,” I say, dropping my eyes as my heart drops. “I’m sorry.”
“Water under the bridge,” Easton says with a shrug. “It’s all over now. I threw the fucker off a cliff. Moving on…”
Moose seems to have sensed that the mood shifted and he comes over to save the night. By trying to sit on my lap.
“What is he doing?!” I shout as I squeeze the armrests of my chair. He weighs like two hundred pounds!
“He thinks he’s a lap dog,” Roman says with a chuckle. “None of us have the heart to tell him he’s the size of a walrus.”