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)
Brody grins. “The first or second time?”
I snort out a laugh because they think I don’t know who went first. “The second,” I say, just to mess with him. “The first guy sucked.” Hayden barks out a laugh, and Brody frowns.
“I’m kidding,” I tell him. “I appreciate what you guys did so I wouldn’t have to choose, but I know it was you who went first and Hayden second.” I frame Brody’s face with my hands. “I know your touch. How you kiss. I don’t need to see you to know how you feel.” I look at Hayden. “You both were amazing in your own ways.”
My eyes go back to Brody. “I love that I get soft and gentle with you.” I run my fingers through his wet hair. “It makes me feel cherished.”
I reach out for Hayden’s hand, and he gives it to me, stepping next to Brody and then bending at my level. “And I love that when I’m with you, you’re rough and passionate. It makes me feel desired.” My gaze flits between the two of them. “You both make me feel wanted and loved. I feel like I have the best of both worlds.”
“Then why did you look upset?” Brody asks thoughtfully.
“Because when I was thinking about how perfect tonight was and how amazing the sex was… with both of you”—Brody smirks and Hayden grins, and I roll my eyes—“my first thought was that I’ve never experienced sex like that, ever. And then it hit me that by thinking that, I was inadvertently saying sex with you guys was better than with Pete.” I drop my eyes to my lap, hating that I’m comparing them. It’s not fair to any of them.
“Hey,” Hayden says, lifting my chin. “It’s not better or worse. It’s different. You were young, and then you guys had kids. There’s nobody here to interrupt us. No stress from life. You were able to enjoy it.”
With every word Hayden speaks, I fall harder for him. For the man who cares about me enough to defend my late husband, knowing how hard moving on is for me.
“So what you’re saying is, once my kids are home, the sex will suck?” I ask jokingly to lighten the mood.
“Fuck no,” Brody says, shaking his head. “It just means we’ll be sneaking around and having quickies.” He winks playfully, and I laugh, thankful for the mood shift.
“In all seriousness,” Brody adds, “you’re older, and you know your body better. Sex in our younger days was different and more awkward. Hayden used to come in like two seconds flat.”
“Fuck you!” Hayden barks through his laughter, smacking Brody in the back of the head. “I easily outfucked you in our college days, and I’ll outfuck you now.”
“I’m totally game for testing this out,” I say, bobbing my head for emphasis and making both guys chuckle.
“Later,” Hayden says. “Right now, we need to finish showering and get some sleep. We have plans tomorrow that involve us getting up early.”
“Plans for the Fourth of July?” I ask. “Where? What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise,” Brody says, giving me a chaste kiss. “You’ll see in the morning.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
AUBREE
“Are you freaking kidding me right now?” I gasp, taking in the giant boat—no, scratch that, yacht—in front of us. I don’t know anything about yachts, but this thing looks expensive and luxurious, and holy shit, I’m pretty sure it’s bigger and definitely nicer than my apartment!
When the guys woke me up at six and said to pack for a day at the beach, I thought we were going down to the beach again. So I was confused when, instead of going out the back door, we got in the car and drove to the marina after stopping for breakfast and coffee.
I was even more confused when Brody said to wait outside while he went in to speak to someone. Hayden and I strolled down the sidewalk, checking out all the boats and Jet Skis, until Brody came back and said they were ready for us. I didn’t know who they were until he guided me over to a beautiful yacht and said we’d be spending the day on it and would be watching the fireworks from it.
“You rented this for the entire day and night?” I ask excitedly. When I visited my kids and in-laws, we didn’t have a chance to go on their boat, and this one is way the hell nicer.
“Rent?” Hayden shakes his head. “Brody owns this.”
My head whips around to look at Brody. “Why do you own something that’s docked thousands of miles away?”
“I usually keep it docked in New York in the summer and here in the winter, but I’ve been busy, so I never had it brought back to New York. Figured we could use it before the summer is over.” He pulls me into his side, his lips grazing my ear. “It has a large bedroom with a king-sized bed. Have you ever fucked in the middle of the Atlantic?”