Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“But we’re for real engaged now.” Bay wanted to be sure.
“Yes, and I expect a pretty ring. I don’t care about diamonds or how much it costs. I want you and Shane to design it and make it yourselves. I’m marrying an artist. It has some perks.” She bit her bottom lip, her face flushing slightly as though she knew what was coming next.
He hadn’t made jewelry before. He looked forward to learning how and the reason for it. Their wedding rings. Her engagement ring. They would be created for her. The way he thought almost everything he created from now on would be. All for her. She was his muse. His love. The amazing woman who could handle both of them. “Deal.”
Then they could get to the good stuff. “Excellent. Take off your clothes and get ready to serve your Masters.”
“But I thought I was the mistress tonight,” she said with a bratty pout.
They were going to be a fluid trio. He wasn’t so tied up in the Dom identity that he couldn’t let his sub play around with topping. He wanted to try it. He wanted to try everything with her. But not tonight. “You yelled today. So it’s funishment for you, and at the end, you’ll get two cocks.”
It was time. Past time. He wanted them together the way they were supposed to be.
But first he had to get her naked.
He moved in, looming over her and reaching for the bottom of the tank top she wore over her tiny pajama shorts that made her legs look a mile long. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she’d taken off all her makeup and washed away the blood from earlier in the day. “You were magnificent today. You were everything they needed you to be.”
Tears welled, but her shoulders came down. She clutched his forearms. “I was scared, Bay. I should have gone after Shane.”
Shane moved in behind her, his hands on her hips. “No, you shouldn’t have. Henry was coming. You did what we needed you to do. Brooke, there’s a baby with your name now. You were a hero. You were…are my hero.”
Her head fell back against Shane’s shoulder. “I love you. It took everything I had not to run to you.”
“I’m glad you followed that ex-secret agent’s orders,” Shane whispered back. “He took care of me and you took care of Nell and Lucy Brooke. I think that’s what it means to be family. I might not know much, but I know that.”
“You are my family. You are part of this town.” She turned and kissed Shane.
Bay leaned over and kissed the back of her neck. This felt right and real. Sharing her with his best friend, his brother. They’d survived so much together, and now they were here. Now she was here and they were a family. One day, if she wanted, they would have kids and he would learn not from his own parents, but the family he’d found here in Bliss. He would learn how to be a father from Max and Rye and Henry. He would find his way because he was going to love the hell out of all of them.
He pulled her top over her head and got his hands on her breasts, her nipples hard against his palms. She needed tonight. She needed them and what they could give her. She hadn’t gotten all the stress of the day out and turned the anxiety into joy.
That was his goal for the night.
He got her out of her panties. “Get on the bench. It’s time to begin.”
* * * *
Brooke was completely overwhelmed with emotion. It was almost too much. Almost.
They were here and alive, and Shane didn’t hate her for staying in the barn. They didn’t blame her for needing more time or for not being a hundred percent sure of anything but them. They weren’t leaving her.
She needed this far more than she’d imagined.
The afternoon had been calm, with them taking care of her and making sure she had everything she needed. The interviews with Nate and the other officials had been nothing more than an intellectual recitation of the events she’d endured. They’d even taken her to the clinic to visit Nell and Henry and their new baby. Lucy Brooke was doing well. The baby seemed perfect, showing no signs that her traumatic birth touched her in any way.
She’d talked to her brothers, and Rachel and Paige and the boys had hugged her and told her how brave she’d been. She’d sat in their kitchen and drank iced tea and had dinner while Bay and Shane talked to her brothers.
Like being faced with a ton of dead bodies was normal.
But now Brooke realized she’d pushed it down and she needed to set that fear free or she could drown in it.