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)
“Best way to wake up,” Hayden says, kissing my lips. I moan into his mouth, wanting more. But all too soon, he breaks the kiss, and it’s Brody’s turn to kiss me. With the taste of me on his lips, my body tightens, and I’m turned on all over again.
As if he can read my mind, Brody chuckles. “Later, sweetness. Right now, you need to get to work.” His words have me springing into action. I grab my phone from the nightstand, where Brody must’ve placed it, and see it’s almost five o’clock.
“Shit!” I hiss, jumping off the bed. “I’m late. I need to get to the shop, and I haven’t baked anything yet.” I search for my clothes from yesterday and find them folded neatly on the dresser. Snatching them, I run into the bathroom and quickly do my business and then get dressed. I’ll have to work in this because I won’t have time to shower and change by the time I take the subway home.
“Hey, slow down,” Brody says when I walk out. He’s dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. “I can drive you to your place.”
I sigh in relief. Usually in the city, driving anywhere wouldn’t be faster, but since it’s still early, him driving me will definitely get me home quicker.
With a quick goodbye to Hayden, Brody and I head out. It’s once we’re in his SUV that it hits me. While I came twice, neither of them got any.
“What’s going through that beautiful mind of yours?” he asks, once again somehow realizing I’m lost in my own head.
“You and Hayden didn’t…” I nod toward his crotch. “You didn’t…get off.”
He smirks and shrugs. “That was about you. Tasting you and making you come were enough for us. Did you enjoy being with both of us?” His words come out nonchalantly, but something in his tone, mixed with the way he’s biting his lip, tells me he’s nervous about my answer.
“I liked it,” I admit truthfully. “I liked waking up to both of you, and I liked both of you pleasuring me at the same time.”
“That’s a lot of likes,” Brody jokes.
“Well, I liked it a lot.”
“What about love?” he asks. “Could you love it?”
I briefly wonder if his question is meant as something more. If he’s asking if I’m capable of loving him—loving them. Up until recently, the thought of falling in love again seemed like an impossibility, but now… “Love is definitely a possibility,” I tell him honestly.
A beautiful smile stretches across his face, but he doesn’t say anything else.
When we arrive at my place, I give him a quick kiss, then head inside my shop so I can get to baking. The day flies by. Jessica comes in and works beside me, and when Hayden texts, asking if I want to play hooky and go to the beach with him tomorrow, I ask Jessica if she’d like some extra hours. She excitedly says yes, so I text Lacey to let her know I’m taking the day off.
Lacey: Holy shit, did someone steal my best friend and replace her with someone fun?
Me: Haha
Lacey: Seriously, that makes me so happy. Everything will be handled. You have a good time, and Tuesday, be prepared to tell me all about your day.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
AUBREE
The hours fly by. Heart’s stays busy all morning, and we sell out of almost all the pastries before noon. When it dies down, I tell Jessica she can get out of here since I can close on my own. She and Lacey will be opening together tomorrow, but since I got all the baking done this morning, it will be easy for them.
Assuming that I’m spending the night at my place, when the clock strikes three, I lock up and am ready to head upstairs to shower and order in dinner when my phone chimes with a message from Hayden: I miss you and can’t wait until tomorrow to see you. Pack a bag and spend the night?
For a second, I consider telling him that’s not a good idea, that we should be taking things slow, but my heart—and libido—win out, and before I can second-guess myself, I text back okay.
After packing my clothes and bathing suit, I lock up and head downstairs.
I’m prepared to walk to the subway, but I quickly learn I won’t have to because sitting in the no-parking zone is Hayden, waiting for me in his fancy car.
He jumps out of it and, like a gentleman, takes my bag and opens the door for me. With a kiss on my lips, he closes the door for me and rounds the front, getting in and taking off.
“How was work?” he asks conversationally. It’s such a simple question, but it makes me smile. I didn’t realize how much I missed mundane things like that until now. With Pete gone, I went through the motions and didn’t focus or dwell on what I’d lost, needing to stay numb to get through each day and be there for my kids. I stopped thinking about what I needed and wanted. But now that I’m allowing myself to feel again, it’s as if the light has been shined down on me, and I don’t want to go back into the dark.