Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“True,” he says, his eyes never leaving her. “I just want to show her how much she means to me, and I don’t know how to do that. This is all so new. I’ve never felt like this about a woman before. I want to give her the entire world.”
I nod and run my fingers through her hair, feeling the same way. “We will give her the world,” I murmur softly, glancing at Hayden. “Starting with a weekend to remember.”
“You own this?” Bree asks, her features in total awe as she stares up at the three-story house on Miami Beach.
“I bought it from my dad. He and Savy weren’t traveling much after she had my sister, so they decided to buy a place closer to home. Since he owned the place outright, he priced it embarrassingly low, but it wasn’t really about the money. It was about him passing my favorite getaway down to me. Some of my best memories with my dad were made here.” I glance over at the huge garage that’s filled with cars. “This is where he taught me to drive his Maserati.” I grin, remembering how badass I felt driving his two-hundred-thousand-dollar car.
“I love that,” Bree says, threading her fingers through mine. “Losing so many people close to me made me see how short life is and that the most important thing we can do is create memories. Because at the end of the day, that’s all we’ll have when they’re gone.”
“And that’s exactly what we’re about to do,” I tell her, lifting her into my arms, bridal style. She squeals in shock, encircling her arms around me as I walk us up the sidewalk while Hayden types in the code and opens the door so I can carry her into the house. I bring her up to the master bedroom that’s been renovated since I purchased it and drop her onto the king-sized bed, caging her in my arms.
Pressing my mouth to hers, I gently coax her lips apart so I can suck her tongue into my mouth, tasting her sweetness. When she moans, and her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to her, I force myself to break the kiss so we don’t take shit too far. That will happen tonight. But today is about spending time together—the three of us.
“Up you go,” I say, dragging her to her feet. “Change into a swimsuit. We have a beach to check out.”
Once we’re all dressed in our beachwear, we head out. There’s a pool and hot tub that I pay to be kept up, and the beach is in the distance. Bree chooses the beach first, so we walk down there and over to the cabana.
“Is this for us?” Bree asks, looking around in confusion. The beach is private, only for residents, but I rented a cabana and had it delivered this morning once I knew we’d be coming here for the weekend.
“Yep, it’s all ours.”
I drop our towels onto the table while Hayden pulls Bree down with him onto one of the lounge chairs. I can’t help but watch as he kisses and touches her, loving on her like she might disappear at any second. I know how worried he was about losing her. I’m just thankful she’s so damn forgiving. Many women wouldn’t be.
“Come swimming with me!” Bree says, jumping off the lounge chair. She pulls her cover-up over her head, exposing the sexy as hell black and gold one-piece that hugs her curves. My eyes land on the swells of her breasts that are peeking out of the top of her suit and descend slightly to her pert nipples that are so hard, they could probably cut glass. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to put my—
“Actually, I think you should come here,” Hayden says, hooking a hand around her hip and pulling her toward him. He must’ve been thinking the same thing as me because once he has her close enough, he wraps his lips around one of her nipples, then tugs on it through the thin material.
Bree lets out a shocked shriek that quickly turns into a breathy moan as Hayden sucks on her nipple. He releases it only long enough to pull her breast out of its confines, and then he’s back on her, sucking and nibbling.
Unable to sit by and watch any longer, I walk over to Bree and rest my hands on her hips from behind. Her head falls back against my chest, and I gently fist her hair, tilting her head to the side and running my lips and tongue along the curve of her neck.
“Oh, God,” she breathes. “Forget the beach. I want to go back to your room.”
Hayden and I both release her with a chuckle.
“Not yet,” Hayden says.
She releases a huff, and even though I can’t see her, I imagine her pouting. “Why not?”