Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Dante has my bag over his shoulder again as the two men escort me through the entrance and across the lobby. When they bypass the front desk, I say, “Don’t we need to check in?”
“We took care of that before we picked you up,” Darian says, and I’m so touched by their thoughtfulness and planning that I’m silent the rest of the way to the elevator.
There are a couple of other guests in the elevator with us, so we don’t get the opportunity for more hanky panky during the brief ride up to the third floor. At the end of a long hallway, Dante opens a door with a keycard produced from his pocket.
Darian takes my hand and leads me into the room, which turns out to be a large suite with a dining table and lounge area, and a separate room with an enormous bed, the sight of which triggers fresh tingling sensations between my legs. One wall of the suite is lined with windows, and a doorway leads out to a private balcony that faces the ocean.
All of it is stunning, but none of it as much as the two gorgeous men who are watching my reaction to it all.
“We’re staying here?” It’s an obvious question requiring no answer, but I can’t help but express my surprise. Not only did my ex not want to travel, if he had, he wouldn’t have wanted us to splurge at a place like this.
“Do you like it?” Darian asks.
“It’s beautiful. I never expected anything like this.”
“Good. We like surprising you.” Dante slips his arm around me and squeezes my waist as he bends to kiss me. As his lips are gently brushing mine, I feel the heat of Darian’s body on my other side just before an arm goes around my back. Dante breaks off the kiss, and when I turn toward Darian, his mouth replaces his brother’s.
The two of them hold me and pass me back and forth between them a few times before Darian steps back. “Don’t forget our reservation,” he reminds his brother.
Reluctantly, Dante gives me one last kiss before pulling back.
“And we almost forgot, these are for you,” Darian says. There’s a vase of red roses on the table next to him, and when I go over to see them, he hands me a white box bearing the name of a fancy local chocolatier.
“Really, guys, you didn’t need to do all of this,” I say, laughing with delight as I accept the box.
“I thought you were going to just relax and enjoy the evening,” Dante says.
“I am enjoying the evening.”
“Then stop telling us what we didn’t need to do. You should learn to accept gifts and enjoy nice experiences, because you deserve them.” His words are admonishing, but his tone is gentle, and again, he hugs me to his side, the heat of his body seeping through the fabric of my dress.
I appreciate his sentiment, but I wonder if it’s a good idea to get used to any of this, because tonight is a one-time thing. A fantasy night. Even if I decide to start dating soon, what are the odds I’ll find a man who would pamper me like these two are determined to do?
“We have reservations?” I ask, brightening my tone.
“Are you hungry?” Darian asks.
My eyes trail over his body as I nod in response. I can eat, though food is not really what I’m hungry for.
“We have the whole evening ahead of us,” he says, reading the lust in my gaze. “Let’s go to dinner.”
“And we’ll see how much willpower we have while we try to keep our hands off of you,” Dante says.
21
Darian
Neither my brother nor I make an effort to exert any bit of willpower as the three of us walk back to the elevator.
Actually, on second thought, we do, because both of us would prefer to take the lovely Lorraine right up against the wall, but we settle for slipping our hands under the bottom of her dress, walking at a slow pace as we caress her bare ass.
It’s an extremely worthy ass, and I’m mentally adding doggy style to the list of ways I want to take her tonight. Giving her cheek a pinch, I can’t help but envision her bent on all fours in front of me while I —
Fuck, my dick is getting hard.
I see scantily clad women every night at Club Red, but none have an effect on my cock like Lorraine does.
“You’d better stop,” she says, laughing. “You’re going to get us kicked out of this place.”
“Can’t make any promises,” Dante says, but he eventually pulls his hands away, and I do the same.
Our table in the resort’s best restaurant is a half-circle booth where we of course position Lorraine between us. There’s a long tablecloth that’s going to allow for a lot more lapsed willpower.