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)
After closing up and thanking Jessica—who is in culinary school and loves to bake—for opening this morning and handling all the baking when I realized I was in no place to open the shop myself after crying all night, I head home.
I call my kids and chat with them for a little while—telling them no less than a dozen times that I miss them—and then decide to throw on my pajamas and make the rest of the day a wallow day. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up, ready to move on, but today I need to wallow with a pint of ice cream and an ugly cry book. As I’m grabbing my e-reader from the bathroom where I left it last night, there’s a buzz from the intercom. Assuming it’s Lacey coming to check on me, I buzz her in and unlock the door, swinging it open so she can come right in.
Only it’s not Lacey who enters, but Brody…and Hayden, both dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, somehow looking sexier casually dressed than they did in their tuxes last night.
“Do you always blindly let strangers up and unlock the door so they have access to you?” Brody chides as they stroll in like they own the place.
I shake my head, shocked and confused as to why they’re here. “I thought you were Lacey,” I stammer. “She texted me that she would be by this afternoon.”
“Text her that you have company,” Hayden says, taking my hand in his and guiding us toward my couch. “We need to talk.”
“Umm…” I shake my head again, watching Brody close and lock the door.
“In the future, you need to ask who’s at your door,” Brody says. “What if it were a kidnapper or a sex trafficker, or someone coming to rob you?”
“Umm…” I repeat because what the fuck? “Did you get my message?”
They both nod.
“We did,” Hayden says, “but we don’t agree or accept it.”
“What?” I choke out with a baffled laugh.
“We’re not going to apologize for both of us dating you,” Brody says, sitting on the coffee table in front of me while Hayden sits beside me. “Dating you was the best decision we’ve made. Should we have told you? Yeah, and that’s on us, not you. In the beginning, we honestly thought you’d pick one of us. When you didn’t, we both fell for you, and since neither of us was willing to give you up, we accepted that we were both dating you.”
“And we don’t want to stop,” Hayden adds.
“So you want me to just date you both?” I choke out, wondering if this is some kind of joke.
“You said in your message you couldn’t pick because you like us both,” Brody says, his face deadly serious. “Well, we both like you too. And we both want to be with you.”
“So the only solution is for you to date us both,” Hayden says matter-of-factly.
“Until I decide?” I glance at each of them. “I’m not going to do that to either of you. That’s what I was trying to do, and look how that turned out.”
“No.” Brody shakes his head. “We don’t want you to choose…”
“Unless, at some point, you feel that one of us isn’t for you,” Hayden finishes. “But as long as you want us both, we want to be with you.”
“We’d rather share you than lose you,” Brody says, taking my hand in his and kissing the top of it. His lips are soft yet firm, and the way they linger on my flesh sends sparks through my body, straight to the apex of my legs. For a moment, I’m distracted by the way he makes me feel… until his words hit me.
“Are you insane? Are you seriously suggesting I date both of you? How would that even work? You take even days…” I eye Brody. “And you have odd.” This time Hayden.
“Nothing has to change,” Hayden says, taking my other hand and threading his fingers through it. The traitorous damn butterflies swarm my belly, and I silently beg them to go away. “Until you found out we were friends, you were dating us both.”
“Yeah, but I also felt guilty as hell!”
“Now you don’t have to feel guilty,” Brody says.
As my gaze flits back and forth between them, I realize they’re serious. They want me to date them both, and they’re okay with it. And then, because I’ve apparently lost my mind, I start to think about how it would all work. Sure, we’ve been dating, and I haven’t done more than kiss them, but eventually, things will move to the next level. “What about sex?” I blurt out.
“You want to have sex with us?” Hayden smirks playfully.
“Well, I mean…” My body heats at the thought of being with them. I imagine Brody would be gentle, taking his time to make love to me sweetly. Hayden, on the other hand, would be a bit more animalistic, devouring every inch of me. The thought of having both of them, in their own way, has me clenching my thighs in want.