What the Heart Wants – Love With Strings Read Online Nikki Ash

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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
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That night, I learned that regardless of Hayden being straight, he’s damn good in bed with either sex, and while it was good, it wasn’t enough.

We moved forward, never looking back, and dated a plethora of women, none of them ever being enough…until Bree. I don’t know if it’s fate or the stars aligning or the best goddamn luck, but when she fell for both of us—and we equally fell for her—it was like everything just came together. I get to be with a woman I’m not only attracted to but thoroughly enjoy being around—a woman I can picture a future with—and have my best friend by my side.

Am I gay or bi or whatever? Eh, not really. I don’t look at men and think about them like that. I love women—more specifically, I love Bree. I love the feel of her tight, warm pussy wrapped around my cock, the silkiness of her womanly creamy skin. I love the way her pouty lips curve against mine, and how soft her body is. And fuck, those twin dimples and her smile. I could spend the rest of my life with her and be content.

But when I was with Hayden, I felt something stir deep inside me. Something that I pushed down because I never thought I could have it while also being with a woman. But then Bree mentioned us being together, and those deep feelings clawed their way to the surface, knowing they would be safe with Bree. Because that’s what she does. She makes me feel safe in loving her.

“You look like you’re lost in your own head,” the woman who occupies my thoughts says, dropping in front of me and attempting to give me a quick kiss. Instead, I grab the back of her head, fisting her wet, sandy hair, and crush my mouth back down on hers. There’s an urgency in the kiss, the need to tell her how I feel about her without words.

I love you.

I need you.

You’re everything I could ever want.

Thank you for wanting my best friend and me.

When we separate, her eyes are glassy with desire, her lips bee stung from how hard I was kissing her, and her cheeks are tinted pink. “What’s going on?” she whispers, sensing my inner turmoil.

I consider saying it’s nothing, but instead, I go with the truth since I told myself I’d never hide anything from her again. Not after what happened with Hayden and his dad’s company wanting her to sell out of her lease.

“I love you,” I admit, praying I don’t scare the hell out of her. “I love you, and I need you, and I feel like you’re exactly what Hayden and I were looking for all these years without even realizing it. I love him so much, and the thought of being without him hurt my heart, but because of you, I get to have you both,” I choke out, throwing it all on the table.

Her eyes widen for a second, then they relax, and the most beautiful smile spreads across her face. “I love you too,” she says softly as Hayden drops next to us, oblivious to the depth that the conversation has taken. “I love you both,” she says, looking at him. “I never thought I would want to find love after losing Pete, but now I can’t imagine not having this feeling inside of me.”

She leans in and kisses Hayden and then me. “A large part of me was buried with my husband, and it feels like you guys have resurrected me.”

Hayden doesn’t say a word. Instead, he lifts her into his arms and starts carrying her back toward the boat. I laugh, following, knowing he sucks at speaking his feelings, and he’s about to fuck her seven ways to Sunday to show her just how much he cares.

The moment we’re back on the yacht, he deposits her onto the bed and takes his clothes off quickly before undressing her. I stand in the doorway watching, my heart so damn full as he climbs on top of her, attacking her mouth and entering her simultaneously.

I watch as he fucks her with abandon, as she takes every thrust like she was made for him. Because she was. She was made for us both.

He, of course, makes sure she comes first, screaming his name hoarsely, and then he roars out his own release, only stopping once they’re both spent.

“Fuck,” he hisses, dropping his head so their foreheads are touching. “I love you so much.” He glances back at me. “Brody, get the hell over here,” he demands.

I chuckle under my breath, walking over and joining them on the bed. He pulls out, and I can’t help but get hard at the way his cum mixed with her release slowly seeps out of her pussy.


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