Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Did you come in for breakfast?” I ask after a moment.
“Actually,” Chase says, coming closer and leaning across the counter, “we came in to tell you that we’d love to spend the night with you when you’re sober and you can fully enjoy all of the things we want to do to you when we have you alone.”
My eyes go wide and my pussy throbs as I squeeze my legs together.
They’re all looking at me. These impossibly gorgeous men, who for some reason, want to be with me. These men who, I have no doubt, could show me pleasure beyond anything I’ve experienced before.
As my eyes roam their bodies, I’m having a hard time remembering why I’ve been resisting them, even though I just had a long conversation with Becca detailing my reasons.
Becca would tell me to go for it.
I’m so conflicted. And flustered. And horny.
“Are you doing another show tonight? I ask.
“We’re off tonight,” Dodge says.
“And available,” Diesel adds.
Chase lays his hand on mine. “Jade, would you like to come over to our place tonight?”
Before I can answer, Maddox says, “She wants to come over! Look at that smile.” And then he looks at me in a way that I couldn’t possibly resist.
Their house isn’t anything like I was expecting. Even though the brothers own their own club, and the club is very nice, for some reason, I’d been picturing them as just starting out and possibly struggling with new business loans.
Nothing about their modern three-story beach house indicates that they’re struggling.
It’s located in the best neighborhood on the island, and though I can’t see the view from their house since it’s dark, I know it’s probably spectacular.
The house is sparsely decorated, but everything looks clean and tidy. It could use some pictures on the wall and more touches of color throughout, but it’s comfortable and nicely furnished.
“Would you like something to drink?” Dodge asks just after I arrive.
“There’s a one-drink limit,” Maddox says with a smirk.
“You don’t have to worry,” I say. “I learned my lesson and I won’t make that mistake again.”
Diesel slips an arm around my waist and nuzzles my neck. "Good, because we don’t want you to have any regrets." With him touching me, it’s impossible to think of any way that I could possibly regret anything that might happen here tonight.
"We’re drinking beer," Dodge says. "Would you like one, or maybe wine instead?"
“A very small glass of wine. Any kind is fine,” I tell Dodge. To all of them, I say, "I like your music." Mellow R&B fills the room from unseen speakers.
“Would you like to dance?” Diesel asks, swaying his hip into mine.
“Oh … I’m not a very good dancer.”
“I doubt that,” Diesel says, sliding his hand to cup my hip, guiding us to sway together.
“It’s true. Believe me.” I really don’t dance, but the feeling of his body pressed against my side is quite enjoyable.
“Maybe you’ve just never had the right partner.”
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Cost of admission
He holds out his hand, and when I place mine in it, he pulls me close, his other arm sliding further around my back. We’re face to face now, or rather face to chest, and I take the opportunity to breathe in the warmth of his skin. He smells just like his twin, and I want to live in a bubble of this delicious scent forever.
We start to sway, and though I expect to feel awkward, to my surprise, I don’t. It’s easy to focus on the feel of his hand on my lower back, the press of his palm on mine, and the gorgeous brown of his smiling eyes. He doesn’t do any fancy moves, but we cover ground together in the open area that lies between the dining room and living room.
When the music changes, Chase approaches, tapping his brother on the back in the classic signal for cutting in. I went to school dances in junior high and high school. They were always disappointing affairs, and no one ever asked to dance with me if I was already dancing with someone else. Hardly anyone ever asked to dance with me at all, and now I’m being passed from one stunning man to another.
“I’m glad you came over,” Chase says, once we’re moving together.
“Me too.”
His scent is different. I don’t detect a cologne, but he smells fresh and clean, and I have the urge to lick or bite him. He holds me more tightly than Diesel did, and his hand spans my lower back, pulling my softly padded hips into his hard body. With his other hand, he brings my upper body against his, causing my breasts to press against his chest.
The song is more upbeat than the last, and Chase moves us in time with the music, spinning me out at one point, and bringing me closer still when he pulls me back to him.