Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
He wants us.
I grind my palm into my cock again, trying like hell to get him to stand down. It's hopeless. I stroke myself through my pants, my mind full of the thoughts I've tried to pretend don't exist…his cock down her throat while I'm buried nine deep in her. His eyes locked on mine while her curvy body is caught between us, and she's crying out our names. Her in my lap while he fucks her. Her sleeping between us. Her belly round with our child.
I want it all, every fucking minute of it.
"We need a place," he says suddenly. "A house. For the three of us, I mean. I won't have us living apart, taking turns. If we do this, it's all three of us. It has to be the three of us. Not you and her. Not me and her. But the three of us." He meets my gaze, his firm, unyielding. "That's my condition."
Ah, fucking hell.
Pre-cum spills into my boxers, anticipation throbbing in my balls.
"Already have a place," I growl. "Bought it a week ago."
He grins, and for the first time in eleven damn days, the cocky motherfucker I've known for half my life glints in his eyes. For the first time in eleven damn days, I can breathe.
Ready or not, lamb. We're coming for you.
Chapter Two
Lola
"I can't believe Liam and Braxton are forcing you to go to Tahoe with them," Arwen Grayson says, her soft voice like a melody in my ear. "First, Autumn moves back to Texas to work for her brother. Now, you're running off too."
"I won't be gone that long." I smile at her disgruntled tone. Arwen Grayson, my best friend since our freshman year of college, is perpetually annoyed with her cousin, Liam Goodson, and his best friend, Braxton Attia. She says Liam is bossy like his dad, her Uncle Eli. She's not entirely wrong. He is bossy. He's also ridiculously attractive, incredibly smart…and one of the two men who haunt my dreams.
Braxton is the other.
They own an investment and marketing firm geared toward the wine industry. They do everything from investment matching to brand design and packaging to web design to social media management and marketing for vineyards throughout California. They found overnight success with Liam's family's vineyard signing on as their first major client.
In the years since, Liam and Braxton have become hot commodities in the world of winemaking. I guess when you grow up on a vineyard, you really know your stuff. There's nothing about the industry Liam doesn't know. Coupled with Braxton's killer instincts and knowledge of the stock market, they're an unbeatable team. Everyone wants a piece of them. Including me.
I've been dying to go to work for them since I found out Arwen was related to Liam. As soon as I knew I needed intern hours, I was ready to sell my soul to convince Arwen to get me in the door. My best friend is my hero. She badgered them into taking me on within a week.
I've had a crush on Liam Grayson and Braxton Attia since I saw them on the cover of Forbes magazine five years ago. Something about the two of them sets my system on fire in a way nothing ever has before. It's wrong, and I know this. But I want them anyway.
I always thought it was just a harmless little crush…right up until I walked in the door my first day here. Something about the two of them calls to me in a way nothing and no one ever has. I've tried so many times to ignore the way my stomach quivers when I'm near them, but it never helps. I ache to feel their hands on my body, their skin against mine, their mouths where no one else's have ever been.
I've fallen for both of them in equal measure.
They're exact opposites in every way. Braxton is dark, where Liam is light—dark hair, dark eyes, and a rare smile that makes my knees weak. Liam is dark blond with blue eyes and a devilish smile. He's charming, funny, and a bit of a troublemaker. Braxton is a beast. He's quiet, brooding, just as likely to snap and snarl than to raise hell. Everyone says they're impatient giants with no time for bullshit. Arwen says they're bossy, overprotective, and annoying.
To me, they're everything.
But I might as well not even exist to them. Oh, don't get me wrong. They treat me incredibly well. Sometimes, they even look at me like they're desperate to touch me. And yet they never try. If I get too close, they get grumpy and then retreat, banishing themselves to their office for hours on end. It's enough to make me crazy!
I've thought about quitting a thousand times in the last two weeks, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Even though they obviously do not share my feelings, they're both so good to me. They go out of their way to make sure I'm happy here. The tech and support staff work on the floor below us, but they put me on the top floor with them, insisting that I should stick close so I could really learn the ropes. Flowers bloom all over the office, and there is chocolate on my desk daily. They bring me breakfast and lunch and never expect me to stay late even though they both work ungodly hours. They're protective and considerate and so damn sweet to me.