Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Aunt Beth the hard ass?”
“Yeah.”
Braun snorted. “Perfect.”
“Wasn’t this going to be a tiny wedding?”
“It was,” Katrina shrugged. “And it’s not big, it’s just bigger than we thought it was going to be.”
“She means ‘it’s more than just her and me,’ like I was sort of angling for.”
“And I love you for letting me change your mind,” Katrina grinned at her soon-to-be-husband who just laughed and shook his head.
I snorted, rolling my eyes too as I turned to grab my bag that was still sitting by the front door. Behind me, Katrina sighed heavily.
“Shit, but what about the Caines?”
“What about them?”
“Well, I don’t know what to do with them. Together or separate?”
Braun snorted. “Together, of course. Those guys are fucking joined at the hip.”
I laughed as I turned back. “Gay couple you guys know?”
Braun roared out a laugh.
“No,” he chuckled. “Brothers. Hell, worse than that actually.”
He shook his head as he pushed his hand through his hair.
“They’re twins.”
I froze.
“What?”
The word came out choked, like I couldn’t quite say it right. I couldn’t move either, my feet stuck right where they were as I stared at him.
“What did you just say?”
Braun arched a brow. “I said they’re twins. Austin and Dallas that is.”
My most opened and closed, but no words came out.
No way. No FUCKING way.
Katrina shook her head, oblivious to the storm roaring through my head.
“Yeah, they’re kind of our neighbors. They live across the ridge near High Pass Lake.”
“Here on Blackthorn,” I croaked out, my tongue numb.
It can’t be. It just can’t be.
“Yeah, they’re inseparable,” Katrina said with a light laugh. “They share everything, even this old ranger station tower they live in.”
She frowned before suddenly, her eyes lit up.
“Oh, I know! We’ll put you guys all at one table!”
My jaw dropped.
“It’s perfect!” Katrina gushed. “Your my best friend and maid of honor, and they’re Braun’s…”
Her fiance snorted. “They are not my best friends, they’re my neighbors, kind of. And Vlad’s my best man,” he shrugged, frowning. “I mean, I guess.”
“Whatever, they’re a lot of fun, and you’ll love them, Stella.”
My mouth was still trying to figure out how to make words, and my pulse was still roaring like an avalanche in my ears.
“Yeah, perfect, they’ll go here.”
I watched, blinking and feeling my heart hammer against my chest as Katrina plucked two of her sticks with cutout faces from photographs stuck on them from her pile and plopped them down at one of the drawn tables.
My body shivered.
There, right there looking right back at me, were the two of them. The faces of the gorgeous mystery men from my wild afternoon.
The two faces I’d watched and kissed and moaned into as they made me cum. The two faces who’d imprinted themselves on my heart. The two faces who I’d had a one time, wild, insane, no strings attached fling with, because I knew I’d never see them again.
…And now they were staring right back at me, from the seating chart of my best friends wedding plan, where they’d be.
In two days.
Sitting on either side of me.
Oh fuck.
7
Stella
My skin tingled that night, after dinner and when I was alone in bed in the guest room. Well, no, my skin had tingled all day — and even more once I’d learned who my mystery men were. Yeah, no, they weren’t total strangers who I’d never see again. They were going to be at the wedding.
I still wasn’t sure if that thought was terrifying or wildly exciting. But now that I was alone, and in bed, and in the dark with just my fevered memories of earlier, it all came rushing to a head. And when I felt the teasing, wet heat between my legs, I was pretty sure “exciting” was winning out.
Badly.
I bit my lip, my hands toying together in the dark as I squeezed my thighs together. I could not stop thinking about them. Besides the mind-blowing sex, there’d been a spark there — something that felt so right and so familiar in a way I’d never felt with anyone else before. Part of me wanted to laugh at myself for being silly, and for seeing this wild one-off story as something more than it was.
…But I knew what I’d felt with them, and what I still felt later in that bed. I’d felt like a part of something bigger — like being with them was something I’d been looking for my whole life. I didn’t care what a silly thought it was, and I held onto it there in the dark.
And slowly, more of the earlier events came teasing back into my head in hot little replays. I remembered the way they’d kissed me, and touched me — the way one of them had held my legs wide apart against his body while the other had slid his tongue through my pussy.