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)
He was hers for the night, and she was going to enjoy him.
Them. Both of them. Her treat for the night.
“How did you think it would go?” She whispered the question, her lips almost touching his. “Did you think I would ignore my creepy stalkers?”
“Well,” he whispered back, “I kind of hoped you wouldn’t consider me creepy or a stalker. How about you think of me as an interested party?”
“What are you interested in, Bay?” she asked, feeling her whole body tighten as his hands started to move on her.
“You,” Bay replied, his eyes on her lips. “I’m interested in you, Brooke Harper.”
Dangerous words, but she didn’t care at this point. He was doing exactly what she needed him to do. Making her feel like she was important, like someone wanted her.
Cleo had done that, too. Her old friend had asked her to come in and look at the costumes for the season that opened in six weeks. She’d agreed to it since it wasn’t like she had anything better to do, but being a basic seamstress for a rural theater hadn’t exactly brought her spirits up.
This was. The way they looked at her. Like she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet. She realized this was all a part of their routine, but it worked.
“Good, because I’m interested in you, too…” She was about to call him Kent. She’d planned on calling both of them Kent, but Shane had stopped her from putting that careful distance between them. Damn Dom. She knew one when she met one. It wasn’t like she hadn’t understood what happened in Stef Talbot’s playroom. She’d just thought they’d gone because of the kinky sex. He’d been serious with that question.
Did she want vanilla sex? It was all she’d ever had, and honestly, there hadn’t been much of that in the first place.
It didn’t matter since they had one night, and she intended to make it last.
But first she was going to kiss Bay again and remind herself that they weren’t perfect since the connection she’d felt to Shane hadn’t been in that first kiss with Bay. It had been a little awkward, like the man himself. It was good because the last thing she needed was to find wild chemistry with both of them when she wasn’t going to keep them.
She stared at him for a moment, memorizing the stark lines of his face and how his jaw tightened as he stared back at her. It wasn’t the only part of his body that reacted. She could feel his cock under her, and it took everything she had not to rub herself against him. She leaned over and kissed him.
His lips were soft and warm and the kiss was nice, but it didn’t stir her the way Shane had.
It was okay. They were a team, and if she didn’t fall for them both, she was completely safe.
“Bay, I think it’s safe to say you’re off the leash,” Shane said quietly. “It’s okay. She’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Too much? She wasn’t sure how it would be too much since Bay seemed reluctant to really touch her.
The words seemed to do something to Bailey Kent. His gaze narrowed, and he seemed to go from kind of goofy hot guy who knew way too much about the sexual practices of koala bears to a predator. She could practically feel the heat coming off him. His hands tightened on her hips and then one moved up her back to grip the nape of her neck.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you, girl?” Bay asked, his voice far deeper than it had been before.
It did something for her. Was this the real Bay? “Tell me.”
One hand found its way from her hip to under the shirt she was wearing. She shivered as she felt his fingertips running along her skin, moving up to cup her breast.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you. Everywhere, Brooke. I’ll kiss your lips and taste your tongue. I’ll work my way down, but only after I’m sure you’re going to be a very good girl for me. Will you be my good girl, Brooke? Understand this isn’t a question I would ask anywhere but the bedroom. I know you’re a strong, independent woman who can handle her own shit and probably deal with all mine, too, but when my mouth is on you, when my cock is in you, you are my good girl.”
Oh, that should not work on her but it did. Who the hell was he? He was goofy and weird and gorgeous, and now he was also good with the dirty talk. “I can be good.”
If she thought he would want her to submit to him—because she was absolutely certain that’s what they were talking about, thanks, Uncle Stef—she would…well she would probably still spend the night with them, but she felt better that he wasn’t some twenty-four seven, do-my-will guy.