Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
This one isn’t on Aiden. It’s on Chase and Ryker and Stefan and Hayes. “Welcome to the double-team team,” their note says.
After we toast, Ledger roams his eyes up and down my body. “I’m wondering how this really tastes…”
A few minutes later, I’m on a big towel on the couch in the living room, and he’s licking champagne off my back, then the top of my ass.
When he flips me over, Dev gets in on the action, pouring some on my tits, then licking it off each one.
Soon, I’m squirming and wildly aroused, but they keep pouring more on me. Ledger leaves drops on my nipples for Dev to suck off. Dev pours some on my belly for Ledger to lick.
A drop slides down between my thighs.
They fight for it. But I hold up a hand. “Take turns, boys.”
They both growl. But then they take turns with me.
Ledger manhandles the fuck out of me, yanking me off the couch and bending me over the edge of it. He presses a firm, strong hand to my back. “Just like this,” he says coarsely, then takes out his cock and fills me to the hilt.
No protection this time. We’ve had the talk, and we’ve all been tested, and I’m on birth control.
With me bent over, he grabs my hair in his fist, my ass cheek in the other hand. Then he fucks me to a screaming orgasm while Dev leaves the room for a few minutes, then returns to down a glass of champagne as I finish.
I’m panting and moaning when Dev hauls me onto the couch, puts me on my hands and knees, and gets behind me. He fucks me like a wild man, just the way I like it.
Yeah, I think I like living with my guys as much as I like when they take turns.
One evening after work in January, I find Trina waiting for me outside the salon, a scarf wrapped around her neck, a cute red hat on her head. She doesn’t have an appointment, but I’m always happy to see her.
“Want to grab a drink? I have a proposition for you,” she says.
“Ooh, baby. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
She leans in and whispers, “It’s definitely a little dirty.”
Color me intrigued.
We head to Sticks and Stones, and over a glass of wine, she draws a deep breath and says, “I want to open a romance-only bookstore. I’d like to call it Once Upon A Good Time. There’s a block on Fillmore Street that has some spaces. And,” she says, and her words are shaky with excitement, “one of them is perfect for a little hair salon. Right next door. We’d be neighbors and it could be a combo bookstore/hair salon. We could call our pair of stores Books and Beauty, and market them together. What do you think?”
My jaw falls open. I’m not even sure what to think, except running a business with my bestie sounds like another dream I didn’t know I had. But now it’s one I desperately want to come true. Bronze has always been supportive. He’s said he thinks I could run my own place someday. Maybe that someday is now.
“And I think I know how I can pay for it,” I say.
That weekend, I’m in a jewelry shop. A silver-haired man with crinkled eyes peers through a loupe at my engagement ring. “Big spender.” He whistles.
I furrow my brow. No way was Aiden generous in the ring department. “He said it was maybe worth a few thousand. But he was just guessing,” I say. “He picked it up at an estate sale and didn’t see the point in checking the value since he said it was such a good deal.”
I’m hoping the value of this ring and some of my savings on apartment rent might be enough for me to pay for the first few months of a salon lease.
The man looks my way with the loupe still in his eye. A sly smile curves his lips. “Your ex-fiancé is a dingleberry. He should have had it appraised. But his loss.”
I might love this man. “Why?” I ask, holding onto the display case, eager to hear the real value.
He lowers his voice even though it’s only us in the shop. “The cut and clarity are excellent.” Then he tells me the value. I nearly stumble. It’s several times what Aiden guessed. “He didn’t know what this was worth.”
Story of Aiden’s life.
My grin turns electric. “And it’s all mine.”
That night, neither of my guys has a hockey game, so the three of us take Puck Fitzgibbons, who’s a whopping twenty-seven pounds of energizer dog now, to the park. As I toss him a frisbee, I tell the guys about the place I want to turn into a salon. “It has brick walls, which I love. But I’d install black sinks and silver mirrors to mix a homey and a modern feel.”