Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“They’ll be a little big on you, but it’s better than sleeping in your work clothes,” he replied.
“I hope I’m not taking your sleep clothes,” I said as I took them, already able to smell his sweet and woodsy scent on his garments.
Gabe chuckled a little and brushed his fingers through the same dirty blonde hair that his brother had. The only difference was that his was more grown-out, slightly covering his ears while the rest of the waves were pushed back from his face.
“I don’t really wear much to sleep in,” he admitted.
A zing of heat lit me up, simmering low in my stomach at the thought of him sleeping with just briefs beneath the covers. Or maybe even less.
“Oh, well… I mean, that makes sense. Sometimes it can get hot at night,” I stammered, starting to babble because my brain was getting overheated with thoughts that I didn’t need to be thinking.
“Hopefully, you’re warm enough tonight,” Garrett’s voice sounded behind me.
I took a step back to face him, but I miscalculated just how close he was and ended up crashing my back against his broad chest. My body tensed as I looked up and over my shoulder at him. They weren’t in any hurry to put any personal space between us, but I didn’t want them to. All day, I had been so pent-up, fighting my raging desires and trying to focus on work.
But I wasn’t working right now. Their light brown eyes were far darker right now, and I couldn’t bring myself to say goodnight and bury myself under the soft sheets that Garrett brought out for me. No, I didn’t want to be under any sheets.
I wanted to be under them.
“And if I’m not?” I asked, hearing Gabe release a sharp exhale right as those words left my mouth. I opened the floodgates. There was no closing them now.
Garrett searched my eyes for a moment, making sure I stood by what I said. When my eyes slipped down to his lips, he leaned forward, kissing me over my shoulder as his hands gripped my waist.
All oxygen fled my lungs in that moment, my skin tingling with heat and need as our lips brushed and moved. Before our kiss could deepen, I felt his hand on my jaw, turning my face back forward. A whine of protest nearly left me until I came face-to-face with Gabe, who cupped my chin and smiled at me before pressing his lips against mine.
Garrett remained behind me, his fingertips dipping beneath the edge of my sweater to draw the material out of the waist of my skirt. He kissed the back of my neck, sweeping my hair to the side so that his lips could touch bare skin.
I shuddered, my lips parting enough for Gabe to brush his tongue against mine. One of my hands rested on Garrett’s, while the other dove into Gabe’s hair as our kiss deepened. Every logical thought in my head melted away as they started stripping my clothes off, leaving me in a white bra and light pink panties.
Garrett unclasped my bra so that Gabe could tear the material off, warm air hitting my skin. He kissed my shoulder before letting his lips linger near my ear.
“I was hoping you’d stay,” he murmured.
Gabe lowered his head, taking one of my nipples in his mouth as his hands caressed my breasts.
A gasp rang from me as the warm wetness of his tongue made my nipples harden. I pushed my ass back against Garrett, already feeling his erection through his black joggers.
“Why? So you could do this?” I asked him, shivering as his lips ghosted down the side of my neck.
“And plenty more,” Garrett assured me before slipping his fingers under the waist of my panties to drag them down my legs. “Get on the couch so that we can show you.”
Gabe offered his hand to me.
“I’m going to be greedy first,” he stated with his trademark charming grin on his face. “I want you to sit on my face.”
My stomach twisted in knots at the thought, my face flushing. I never thought I would ever hear such dirty words from Gabe’s mouth. The same mouth that would crack jokes and blow air kisses at me in high school just to annoy me.
Gabe led me over to the couch, having me kneel in the middle so that he could lie down behind me with his feet planted on the ground. He grabbed my hips, while Garrett took my hands to steady me, guiding me back so that my knees were on either side of his head.
“Fuck,” he breathed out before kissing my inner thighs. He brushed his forefinger along my glistening folds teasingly before leaning up to lick along the same line.
My body tensed as my fingers carded through his hair, my head tilting back in bliss. Every stroke of his tongue felt like ecstasy, waves of heat washing over me. When I lowered my head, I saw Garrett stripping his clothes off, revealing just how strong and built he was underneath. My eyes slid down to his erection between his fit thighs, making me swallow hard at how worked up he was.