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)
She should get some beer so it was in her fridge for…
Nope. Not going there. She started to come out of it. Maybe she should say goodnight and send them on their way.
“I’m going to eat your pussy like it’s my fucking goal in life, girl,” Bay whispered. “I’ll tie you down so you can’t squirm when I give you orgasm after orgasm. You’ll start to wonder if there was a time when my tongue wasn’t inside you, and that’s when I’ll give you my cock. For real. That was an appetizer.”
Or she could not.
The truck rolled to a stop, and she realized she was home.
Or an approximation of it.
She looked over and Shane put the truck in park and killed the engine and then leaned over and kissed her.
“I’m going to play with your ass,” he vowed. “And give you my cock, too. We won’t let you sleep until dawn.”
It was an offer she wasn’t going to refuse.
Chapter Four
Bailey barely looked at the house.
All that mattered was getting Brooke inside it and getting her naked.
He’d damn near come in his jeans like a teenaged boy when he’d watched her take her pleasure. She’d been bold and strong, riding him like it was her right.
She was the one. Oh, she didn’t know it yet, and she might end up railing against fate because he was pretty sure they weren’t good bets, but it was still true.
“They put you in here? Is it a storage shed?” Shane stood outside the door.
Bay didn’t care. He would do her in the parking lot at this point. Maybe they should think about getting a camper for the truck.
She was so fucking gorgeous. And he was off the leash.
He tugged on her hand before she could reply and drew her back, gripping her neck and slipping his tongue in her mouth the minute she softened and opened for him. He let his tongue find hers as her arms wound around him.
This. This was what he needed. This was what they needed.
“Let her open the door, Bay. We don’t want to wake up those horses.” Shane had to be the voice of reason.
He pulled back, but he needed to make a few things plain. He shoved his hands in all that soft hair of hers and forced her to look up at him. The moonlight caressed her face like a lover, bringing out all her glowy beauty. “Little brother is more prim and proper than I am. If I had my way, I’d put you on the hood of the truck and fuck you right there.”
The sweetest grin lit her face, and she turned slightly Shane’s way. “Thanks for being prim, Shane. Also, now I at least know the birth order. How many minutes apart?”
So she bought the whole twins thing. He shouldn’t get into it, but he would answer any question she had as long as she was naked in the next few minutes. “I don’t know the exact number, but something like a hundred and fifty thousand.”
“We’re not twins, baby. We’re half brothers,” Shane said, holding out a hand. “I’m our dad’s affair kid. There’s three months and a couple of days between us. Give me the keys.”
“There aren’t keys. It’s open. My brothers lose keys, and they want Paige to be able to get in,” she replied, her gaze going from one to the other. “How did you find each other?”
Shane’s head shook. “We can talk when we get inside and you’re naked. If you wanted a historical rundown, you shouldn’t have mentioned multiple orgasms.”
He opened the door.
“We’re getting a lock if you’re staying here,” Shane announced. “Anyone could walk in.”
“There’s no one out here,” she protested. “It’s not like the city.”
She was naïve. Bay picked her up because he wasn’t going to argue with her. “Like nothing bad ever happens in Bliss.”
He could run down a list of shitty things that happened here. Russian mobsters. Serial killers. An odd amount of corporations trying to kill for profit, according to Nell. Feminist aliens who wanted to show men how hard pregnancy was. The list went on and on.
He carried her into the…very small house.
There was a tiny kitchen and a couch and table. There was a set of stairs that led to… He wasn’t sure.
“Where is the bed?” Bay asked. “What is this?”
“It’s a tiny house.” Brooke frowned, and he set her on her feet. “My brothers said it was for foaling or when they have to stay up late with the horses, but I think it might be my spinster house.”
“Your brothers think you’re a spinster?” Shane asked.
“What’s a spinster?” Bay was confused.
“It’s an old timey word for a woman of a certain age who remains unmarried,” Shane replied. “You would know it if you hadn’t fallen asleep during all of Bridgerton.”
Brooke’s expression lit up again. She did seem to love when they were weird. “You watched Bridgerton?”