Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Donut’s bouncing already behind it, jumping up to say hi. I give her a pat on the head, then a scratch on the chin while Briar leans against the counter, drinking a fruit smoothie, looking like all my sex dreams come to life.
My heart stutters. Then it does a race of its own, like it’s trying to run to her. Or maybe I’m just amped up from the run. That must be it. But damn, she’s pretty, so laid-back and carefree, dressed in sky-blue exercise clothes.
“Yes, Hollis’s dick is fantastic,” she says, setting down the tumbler.
I pump a fist.
“Briar, love. Wouldn’t you say I have really big feet?” Rhys calls out as he enters the cottage right behind me.
“So big you need clown shoes,” she says to Rhys as I close the distance to her and stop a foot in front of the beauty, my pulse speeding up all over again in double time. “I won. Do I get a morning kiss?”
She eyes me up and down, as if she’s appraising my sweat-soaked shirt, the sheen on my face.
“C’mon. Sweat is sexy, baby,” I goad.
Shaking her head, she grabs my shirt with her free hand. “No, what’s sexy is you guys carrying me to my bed last night. Walking my dog this morning and putting her back in bed with me. Making me this smoothie. Letting me sleep in. So this kiss is for all that.”
She drops her mouth to mine and kisses me hard, making my head spin with lust. Don’t want to get her all sweaty, so I set a hand on the counter behind her, then give her a kiss that says I can’t stop thinking about her.
I gather her hair in my other hand and pull it—not too hard, but just hard enough to jerk her head back more.
Something I’m learning she likes.
To surrender.
To give in. To be…consumed.
She murmurs into my mouth and I swallow the sound, then somehow find the will to wrench away.
When I stop, she blows out a breath. “Wow.”
My chest swells with pride. That’s the real streak I don’t want to break—making her happy.
“How was your run?” she asks, like she’s getting her bearings after that kiss.
Gavin strides past us and into the kitchen. “Good. Hollis beat us by five seconds, but I guess he usually comes first.”
I turn around and stare him down. “Oh no you didn’t.”
Gavin flashes an evil smirk as he pours a glass of water. Rhys swings by to drop a quick kiss on Briar’s cheek, like he’s sneaking one in. She says hi to him and glances at Gavin. Hmm. He didn’t kiss her. Not sure why. She stands straighter, looks around, like she’s checking the mood. Maybe before she says something?
Shit.
Was last night a one-and-done? Did she want one night with all of us and that was it? The second that thought lands in my mind, I want to ball it up and toss it in the trash. That won’t do. I need so much more than what we’ve already had.
No idea how the other guys feel since we deliberately didn’t discuss her on the run this morning. When Rhys brought her up on the way back to the house, asking what would be next, I said I felt weird discussing that without her around. Making sex plans was entirely different.
But now we’re here and I need to know where she stands, stat. “So, I was thinking—”
“Guys we should talk,” she says at the same time, then gestures to me. “You go first.”
I shake my head, hiding my worry that she’s had enough. “No. You. Ladies first.”
“What do you want to talk about?” Rhys asks, and he sounds strung tight too.
“About…us,” Briar says, chin up, confident. “This project. After last night, I thought we should discuss it and what’s next. Like, for tonight.”
All my tension vanishes. I’m so damn proud of her instead. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up. “You fucking rock.”
She laughs. “Why?”
“Two days ago you didn’t want to talk about orgasms, and look at you now. Having one with us unlocked you, baby.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling as I put her down.
Gavin’s not though. His brow is creased. “You. Never. Had. One?”
“Not with another person,” she says. “Until the night before, and then last night.”
“Oh. Well. That’s good,” he says, his lips twitching, like he’s excited.
Well, yeah.
I rub my palms, ready to get down to business. “Last night. Tonight. What is on your mind?”
“The three of us set down the rules the other night. You, Rhys, and me,” she says to me. “It seems we have an extra person so maybe we need an addendum. For the rest of this…boyfriend project.”
It’s like a noose tightens around my chest from the reminder. The first few days have flown by too fast. They can’t be ending this soon. But yet, the calendar doesn’t lie. It’s Saturday. On Wednesday morning we take off. We have a charity thing in Chicago with the children’s hospital there, then a stretch of road games that begins in the Windy City.