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)
“You did what?” Bree gasps, glancing around to make sure the kids can’t overhear. “Brody, that’s too much. I…”
“It’s only four weeks of camp,” I say, shrugging it off. “The kids have a month of summer left, so why torture them and yourself when they can be having fun for the next four weeks? The sports complex had a couple of spots available. Evie will be doing dance, gymnastics, and swimming, and Miles will get to play a bunch of different sports.” She opens her mouth to argue, but I speak over her. “And before you ask how you’re going to get them there and pick them up every day, you’re not. Hayden and I will. The great thing about running my own company is that I can come and go as I please. Hayden and I will pick them up before we go into work and get them at the end of the day.”
Tears fill her eyes, and she throws her arms around me and pulls me down. “Thank you,” she murmurs, placing a soft kiss on my neck. “You and Hayden are the best boyfriends. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Well, you’re never going to have to find out.” I kiss her lips, and she sighs into me.
“Carina, the woman I interviewed, is amazing, and I gave her the job,” she says, stepping back slightly. “She’s going to be baking full time. It will be a bit costly, but the new contracts will help even it out. I’m hoping to get a few more contracts. I have several places that sounded interested. At least now, I won’t have to stay late or go in extra early.”
“That’s awesome, sweetness.” Knowing she’ll have help makes me feel better. She’s stretching herself too thin, and it’s only a matter of time until she snaps.
“How about we order in some Chinese and let the kids pick out a movie?”
“That sounds like a perfect Friday night,” she says with a smile. “And maybe if they fall asleep, we can get some adult time in later.” She waggles her brows, and I chuckle at how adorable she is.
Leaning down, I kiss each of her dimples. “Now that sounds like a perfect Friday night.”
“They’re both asleep,” Bree whispers, glancing at the two kids passed out on their blanket bed in the middle of the living room.
“We wore them out at the park,” Hayden says. “You know, if you want to just spend the night…”
“I want to do more than spend the night,” Bree says, standing. “I need to use the restroom. Meet me in Hayden’s room.” With a flirtatious wink, she saunters out of the living room and down the hall. We generally sleep in my room, but I imagine she mentioned Hayden’s since it’s farther down the hall, which means farther away from the sleeping kids.
After making sure the alarm is on in case they wake up confused, we head back to Hayden’s room and close the door. I’ve never had kids before, so I’m not sure how this all works. Is it okay to leave them out there while we do what we’re about to do in here? What if they wake up?
“Hey, Bree, are you sure they’re good out there?” Hayden asks as if reading my mind.
She doesn’t answer, but a second later, the bathroom door opens, and she walks out in only her bra and underwear. They’re nothing special: plain black cotton that covers all the important parts, but holy shit, does she look gorgeous. The swells of her breasts are spilling slightly out of her cups, and her hard nipples are poking through the material. Her underwear is those boy shorts women love, and when she walks past us, we get an eye full of her plump ass cheeks peeking out.
“I turned on the alarm,” I say, my gaze trained on Bree.
“They sleep all night,” she says, climbing onto the bed and crawling to the center, “but even if they do wake up, they’ll just call out my name.”
She turns around and sits up against the headboard. “But if you’re worried, we should probably hurry, just in case.” She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down seductively, and Hayden and I both take that as our cue to attack.
“Wait,” she says before we make it over to her, halting us in place. “I’ve been thinking about my fantasy. The one I told you about when we video chatted.”
“I don’t remember it,” Hayden says, playing dumb because there’s no way either of us could ever forget that night. “You’re going to have to tell us again.”
Bree’s cheeks stain pink. “Well,” she says slowly, her gaze flitting from Hayden to me since we’re standing next to each other, “it was about you guys.”
“Hmm,” Hayden says. “I think I might recall something about that. You’ll have to be more specific.”