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)
“Bree…” I step toward her and lift her chin. “I’ve already seen you naked, and every single inch of you is perfection.”
“It’s different in the heat of the moment. You focused more on getting me off than on my rolls and stretch marks.” She sighs. “In the light of day, I’m far from perfect. Meanwhile, you and Brody look like that. It’s hardly fair,” she says, pouting.
“And now… I sound like a whiny, insecure little girl.” She groans, throwing her head back.
“Stop.” I chuckle, gliding my hand down her side and settling it on the curve of her hip. “There’s nothing wrong with being insecure. We all have our flaws and doubts, and we live in a social media-driven society where pictures are photoshopped.
“But I need you to understand that you’re perfect just the way you are. I mean, fuck, you carried and then gave birth to not one but two babies at the same time.”
I grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and she opens her eyes. “When I look at you, all I see is your beautiful face.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, and she sighs into my touch.
I lift her shirt halfway, silently asking permission to remove it, and she takes over, slipping it off and dropping it onto the shower floor. She’s still in her bathing suit, so I pull the straps down her arms, then push it down her body until the material is on the floor, next to her shirt, leaving her completely naked.
“I see your perfect breasts.” I tweak her nipple, and she expels a soft gasp.
I trail my fingers down her front, along her soft stomach with a few stretch marks. She flinches when my hand stops and settles there. “I’ve never dated a woman who’s had kids before, but I can honestly tell you that seeing those marks for the first time on a woman was a fucking turn-on. I’ve yet to meet your kids, but I love listening to you talk about them. A huge part of what makes you, you is that you’re a mother, and I can already tell you’re a damn good one. The only thing I see when I look at those marks is strength and love.”
I guide my fingers downward to her neatly trimmed pussy, loving that she willingly spreads her legs for me. “You’re perfect, Bree,” I tell her, shoving two fingers inside her, silencing the loud moan that escapes her with my mouth. “Brody and I want you…all of you, just the way you are.” I finger-fuck her hard and rough, kissing her the same way until she’s coming apart around my fingers. When she sags against the wall, I pull my fingers out and lift her, ready to fuck her right here in the shower. I’ve been dreaming about how it will feel when her tight cunt grips my hard cock.
“Wa-wait,” she breathes just before I enter her. “I…” She swallows thickly. “I can’t do this.”
Stunned, I set her down and back up. “Is everything okay?” I ask, confused as hell.
“Yeah… I’m sorry. It’s just…” She rolls her lips against her teeth. “I can’t have sex with you.”
“Okay, you’re not ready yet? That’s all you had to say.” I tuck a couple of wet strands behind her ear. “I’m okay with waiting. We’re doing this at your pace.”
“It’s not that.” She flinches. “I know you guys said we’re in this together, but I feel like whoever I have sex with first is who I choose. And I don’t want to choose. I want you both equally.” I almost laugh, but then I realize she’s being dead serious, and holy fuck, does it do shit to my heart because she wants us both…equally. Her words solidify Brody’s and my hope that we can somehow make this shit work.
“Then you won’t have to choose,” I tell her, kissing her so she knows I’m not mad and completely understand.
“And how will that work?”
“I don’t know yet,” I tell her honestly, “but we’ll figure it out…together.”
“Where’s Bree?” Brody asks, dropping his briefcase onto the table.
“She had to go by the coffee shop to close up. The woman who was supposed to close had a family emergency.”
“She coming back here when she’s done?”
“She didn’t say. I think I’ll go by there and surprise her. Take her out to dinner. You wanna go?”
“Can’t. I have a proposal I need to finish. Try to convince her to come back here after dinner.” He grabs his laptop and sets it on the table. “Did you guys have a good day at the beach?”
“Yeah.” I grin, recalling how sexy she looked in her one-piece bathing suit. It might’ve covered all the important parts, but it still clung to every curve and was low-cut, showing off the swells of her breasts. Fuck, when I peeled it off her body in the shower, I’ve never been so damn hard in my life. Which reminds me…