Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Max presses his lips to my cheek, then my forehead. “Just the three of us, always.”
I pull both of their heads close as my tears start to flow. “I love you so much. I would love to be your wife.”
After showering me with kisses, Miles remembers the rings. He takes my hand and slides his onto my finger. When Max does the same, I see that the diamonds are in the shape of hearts, and they fit together perfectly, side by side.
Somehow, we get back in the car and continue on our way, though I feel as if I’m floating.
When we get back into town, Miles drives us to their place rather than taking me home. Inside their beach house, he makes a big show of stretching his arms overhead and bending to the side. “Anyone else stiff after that long ride?”
There’s a glint in Max’s eye, as he says, “Now that you mention it, yes. I could definitely use a good stretch.”
I shake my head and laugh at them. “You’re both being incredibly obvious.”
I do occasionally lead them in yoga sessions at their house. Sometimes, we invite Ms. Collins to participate, but more often than not, we keep it private, just the three of us.
Miles moves in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into a delicious hug. “It’s naked yoga time! Everything off except your new rings.”
I giggle as his mouth nibbles its way up the side of my neck before gently tugging at my earlobe. Meanwhile, Max steps in front of me and bends to bring his mouth to mine.
“I thought you wanted me to work less,” I say when we part, “yet you’re always insisting I lead these naked yoga classes.”
Miles gathers my hair to one side, then kisses a path down the center of my back to my waist.
“I think we’re getting the hang of it. We’ll lead tonight.”
“Yeah?” My head falls backward as Max presses hot kisses across the top of my chest.
“Yeah,” Max says. “Now be a good girl and take your clothes off.”
Before I can do as I’m told, Miles picks me up and carries me into the bedroom. Max follows right behind, and together, we get into some of our favorite positions.
TWO YEARS LATER
Max
“Hey, beautiful. It’s time to get up.” I have to shake Callie’s shoulder a few times before she finally rouses.
“Oh, it’s you.” Her voice sounds sleepy but also surprised.
“Did you think I was Miles?”
She reaches for my arm to keep me close. “No, I was dreaming that I was trekking along a jungle path. I was wondering why the guides kept calling me beautiful.”
I chuckle and tousle her hair, then bend to kiss her forehead. “Probably because you are. Did you sleep okay?”
“I was up twice to use the bathroom, but I got some solid hours in between.”
“That’s good. Are you hungry?”
“Always, but right now, I’m hungry for you.”
Callie’s belly has gotten so big that she gets worn out walking, and as her pregnancy progresses, I keep waiting for the day when she’ll be too tired or uncomfortable to have sex, but if anything, her sexual hunger has grown right along with her appetite for food.
Concerned about possibly harming the baby, Miles and I suggested we modify our bedroom activities several months ago, but Callie wouldn’t hear of it, and sent us articles attesting to the safety of sex during pregnancy.
Lucky us, because Callie has never been more gorgeous. It’s been exciting watching her body change, and though Miles has always had a particular thing for her ass, the way her breasts have swollen has been a distraction for both of us.
There’s also some sort of primal satisfaction in knowing that my brother and I are responsible for the way her body has changed. She’s ours, and one of us put that baby inside her.
I slide into bed behind her and nuzzle her ear. “I suppose we have time. What are you in the mood for?”
“Mmm, some of that good lazy morning sex.”
My arm wraps around her to toy with her nipples while I kiss her shoulder. My cock is already hard for her, and when I reach between her legs, she’s slippery wet.
“Were your jungle guides hot?” I tease.
“Mm-hmm. They looked exactly like you and Miles.”
My lips tug at her earlobe, as I part her legs with my knee. “Silly girl. Hormones are giving you some wild dreams.”
“They’ve been happy dreams, but not nearly as good as real life.”
“That’s good.” I’m glad she’s happy, because from my point of view, it’d be pretty damn hard for life to get any better.
Miles walks in fresh from a shower just as I’m pressing inside our wife. “Feeling lazy and horny, huh?” he asks Callie.
“Drop your towel and get over here,” she says.
Callie’s already in the middle of our big bed, so there’s plenty of room for Miles to lie down on her other side. Together, we make her come twice, and after I erupt inside her, Miles takes my place, I continue to tease her breasts, and we get her off once more before Miles finishes.