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)
I’m working in my office when Bree comes padding in a few hours later, freshly showered and dressed in what looks like a bathing suit cover-up and flip-flops, holding a cup of coffee and a muffin in her hands.
“Breakfast,” she says with a smile, setting it down. She goes to retreat, but before she can get away, I snag her by those luscious hips and pull her back toward me.
“You bake these this morning?” I ask, breaking a piece off and popping it into my mouth. It’s banana and practically melts in my mouth. I swallow it down with a sip of the iced coffee she brought, and it tastes better than anything I’ve ever made, which makes sense since she does this for a living.
“Yeah,” she says. “I used the ingredients you guys had on hand. The only fruit you have are bananas.”
“A man could get used to this.” I break another piece off and push it past her lips.
She chews and swallows, then asks, “Used to what?”
“For one, waking up next to a beautiful, naked woman…” She blushes, her cheeks and neck turning an adorable shade of pink, and I note to make her blush more often. “And then being made coffee and homemade muffins. Keep it up, and Brody and I will be begging you to never leave.” Hell, we’re already considering it, and she’s only spent the night twice.
“Very funny. You almost done?”
“Yep.” I close my laptop. “I’m ready to go.”
“A woman could get used to this,” Bree sighs, repeating the words I said to her earlier as she sips a fruity beverage our cabana boy just brought her.
When we arrived at the beach club I booked for the day and were taken back to the cabana I rented that’s located directly on the private beach, complete with a huge couch, a double lounger, a mini fridge, and a television, Bree asked, “Is this for us?”
I nodded, and she looked around, perplexed, then added, “Well, damn, when you do the beach, you go all out, huh? I was proud of myself for remembering to bring a blanket we could share.” Then she reached up and encircled her arms around me, murmuring, “Thank you,” while peppering kisses all over my face.
“I want you to get used to it,” I tell her, squeezing her thigh. “My hope is you’ll get so used to it that you’ll never leave.”
She sets her drink on the table and turns toward me. “I don’t need any of this,” she says, her tone serious. “I appreciate it, but I don’t need it. I’ve been happy my entire life, laying a blanket in the sand and lying across it. The only thing I want is to find someone who wants to lie on that blanket with me. Who loves my kids and me, and wants to create a life with us. I want someone who will stand by me and be my best friend. The rest is just a bonus.”
At her words, a ten-ton weight of guilt settles in my gut, and I vow to meet with my dad tomorrow to discuss the situation. I can’t keep hiding this from her, and the sooner I tell her, the better it will be.
“What about two men who want to lie on that blanket with you? Who want to love you and your kids? Who want to stand by your side?”
She smiles softly. “I’d feel like I won the damn lottery.”
“You should’ve taken me to my house. I have sand in places sand should never be in, and I need to take a shower.”
“Which is exactly why I brought you here instead,” I tell her, lifting her over my shoulder caveman style and slapping her ass.
“Hayden!” she shrieks. “Put me down!”
I ignore her, carrying her to my bathroom, and then set her down once we’re both standing in the open shower that could easily fit several people. I turn the hot water on, and it immediately waterfalls down on us.
“Better take off your clothes, so you can get all that sand out,” I say, waggling my brows as I pull my shirt off and throw it to the side.
Her eyes rake down my chest and over my abs, landing on indents that dip into my shorts. When I push them down my thighs, my soft dick falling flaccid against my thigh, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. Some guys would be embarrassed for a woman to see him soft, but since I know I’m a decent size, I couldn’t care less. Besides, if Bree keeps looking at me the way she is, it’ll be hard soon enough.
“Your turn,” I tell her.
“Eh, I’m good.” She shrugs. “I happen to like the sand where it is,” she says, her eyes hinting at a bit of insecurity hidden behind her playful tone.