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)
Both men nod in understanding. Brody pulls me into his side and kisses me softly, and Hayden moves to the couch on the other side of me. I kiss Brody for several beats, tasting his warmth and reveling in his sweetness, then I break the kiss to give Hayden some attention.
“No more hiding things,” I tell him before I press my lips to his, my tongue darting out to entwine with his. He sighs into the kiss, then deepens it, as if with each curve of his lips he’s apologizing over and over again. When I moan into his mouth, he lifts me by my hips into his lap.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I promise, only honesty from now on.”
“Speaking of honesty,” I breathe, pulling back and glancing from Hayden to Brody nervously. “I have a confession to make.” At the thought of saying what I need to say, my body heats, my neck and face no doubt turning a shade of pink. “I… I want to take things further…with both of you…but I can’t choose.” I already told Hayden this, but I haven’t told Brody.
“I know,” Brody says, “Hayden told me.” I sigh in relief.
“I told her we’d figure it out,” Hayden says with a wink, causing butterflies to attack my belly. I have no idea how they plan to figure it out, but I can’t wait. Every time I’m with them has me wanting them more and more.
“We want to take you away this weekend,” Brody says. “Any chance you can get the coffeehouse covered?”
“For how long?” I just got back from being away, and it would be kind of irresponsible to bail so soon. But at the same time, I’ve been busting my ass for years without taking any time off, which is why I hired competent employees.
“We’ll leave tomorrow morning and come back Monday night since the Fourth of July is Sunday,” Hayden says.
“You guys don’t have to work?”
“Fields will be closed for the three-day weekend,” Brody says.
“Where are we going?” I ask, getting excited at the idea of spending three whole days alone with them.
“We have a few options.” Brody grins. “I have a beach house in Miami I bought from my parents a few years back, they have one in Montauk, and my aunt has one in The Hamptons that she’s not using. Pick your place, and we’ll be there tomorrow morning.”
I was just in Florida, but it was to see the kids, not to go away with the guys. Would that make me horrible to be there and not see them?
“Umm…” I think, unsure which place to pick. “I don’t know. You pick.” I sigh. “I’m learning I have a problem making decisions,” I half joke, making the guys laugh.
“That’s okay,” Hayden says, lifting my chin. “We’re completely okay with making the decisions for you.”
He leans over and, holding my chin, sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on my flesh. “On our way, we’ll stop at your place so you can pack a couple of nice outfits for going out, swimsuits for the beach, and lingerie. Or better yet, forget the lingerie. No panties either. We need easy access to that sweet pussy of yours.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
BRODY
“She’s so damn sweet,” Hayden says, glancing down at Bree, who’s asleep across the couch—her head in my lap and her feet in Hayden’s—in Fields’s private jet. Since it’s a holiday weekend, the only time available was early as fuck in the morning, which meant leaving before dawn. As soon as we stepped onto the plane, Bree laid down and passed out. I debated taking her somewhere closer—like to Montauk or The Hamptons—especially since she was just in Florida—but my yacht is docked at my beach house in Miami, and the thought of watching her lie out across the deck in her bathing suit made the decision for me.
“I can’t believe she forgave me so easily. I was more than prepared to beg and grovel… or walk away if she asked me to.” He sighs and stares at her.
“She cares about you. When someone cares, they don’t just write you off. They stick around through the hard times.” I can’t even count how many times I messed up in my teenage years, and not once did Savy or my dad walk away. My mom, on the other hand, took off when shit got rough.
“I want to make sure this weekend is special. And not just in the bedroom. I want to make it a weekend she’ll never forget. Spoil the hell out of her. Take her shopping and to the best restaurants. We should bring in a masseuse.”
I laugh under my breath. “We can do all that, but you have to know she’s not like that. She doesn’t care about materialistic shit. If she did, she would’ve taken your dad’s offer to buy her out of the lease. She would’ve walked away with plenty of money.”