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)
"I will," I whisper.
"Good girl."
He squeezes the back of my neck and then slowly peels his hand away.
I leave their office on shaking legs, not sure what the heck just happened.
Chapter Three
Liam
"Shit," I growl, glaring at the sky as the dark clouds roiling overhead break open and begin lashing the city. It would wait until we're in the fucking SUV with Lola to start raining. She lives near UCLA, a good hour from the office at this time of day.
"I know," Braxton grits out, his tone grim. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the road ahead. Not that he can see the road ahead. It's raining too goddamn hard. Two feet in front of us, the entire city disappears behind a sheet of rain. The steam baking up from the hot asphalt doesn't help matters. It swirls around the car in eddies, creating a soup-like fog.
"Maybe we should wait at the office."
I glance over my shoulder at Lola. The fear in her pretty cobalt eyes breaks my heart. We should have sent her home two hours ago instead of letting her stay. She's not even ours yet, and we're already fucking up with her. I don't like it.
She thinks we're seeing other women or want to see other women. Or some bullshit like that. At the end of the day, it all boils down to the same thing. Our girl doesn't realize that we live and breathe for her. That's unacceptable. We've wasted two weeks with her when we could have been claiming her.
I know that's my fault. I should have manned up on day one and told Braxton that he's not the only one who envisions a future that includes the three of us. He thinks he hides it so well, but I know him. I know the way his mind works. He's my best friend. There's nothing he feels that I don't feel too.
But I kept my mouth shut, afraid to admit just how much I want the same thing. Afraid to confess just how hard my cock gets when I think about his hands on it while he's fucking our girl, or him barking orders while I'm buried inside her.
Christ, he has no idea how much I want the two of them. Lola is ours…but we're a part of each other too. Three equal pieces, not whole without the other. We need each other just as much as we need her. I'm not sure why we're so goddamn afraid to admit that.
Well, fuck it. I'm done playing it safe. We're figuring our shit out and claiming our girl. Anyone who doesn't like it can take it up with me. Their opinions don't matter. The only ones who matter are in this car right now. Lola matters. Braxton matters. What's been building between us for the last two weeks matters.
A loud crack of thunder rattles the SUV. Lola startles like a frightened rabbit, gripping the door handle. Her bottom lip quivers, the anxiety in her eyes intensifying. Poor baby is terrified. Arwen said her mom almost died in a car accident before Lola was born. I'm guessing Lola picked up a little of her mom's anxiety over the years. She's softhearted and empathetic, the kind of sweet men go to war to protect.
"You're safe with us, sweet girl," I promise before turning to speak quietly to Braxton. I don't want to frighten her more, but there's no way we're making it to her apartment anytime soon. It's not worth the risk. "We aren't making it across the city like this. She's scared out of her mind."
Braxton cuts his eyes in my direction, agreement stamped across his face. "We can go to the house. It's fifteen minutes from here."
The house. The one he bought for the three of us. When he told me that yesterday, it took everything I had not to cum in my fucking pants like a teenager. Every time I go home at the end of the day, I imagine it differently. I imagine the three of us leaving the office together, cooking together, sleeping together. My house is empty without them. It doesn't feel like a home.
"Do it," I growl.
"Go sit with her," he says, flicking his gaze to the rearview mirror. "Hold her."
Fuck.
"You're sure?" I ask. Neither of us has held her yet. Until today, neither of us had even touched her. I want it so fucking badly it's torture. But I want Braxton to share this moment too. She's his too. Never thought I'd be the type of motherfucker to share a woman with anyone. But this is different. This is Braxton and Lola. My world.
"Go, Liam. I'll get us there. You take care of her." He frowns, his gaze cutting through me like a whip crack. "Don't fucking think about putting your hands on her cunt while I'm driving."