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)
Shane wasn’t sure there was any way to keep it quiet, and honestly, he didn’t want to think about the whys that backed up that request. He didn’t want to be another dirty secret, but he wasn’t thinking about it tonight. He had her concession, and he was going to take it.
Bay suddenly looked like an eager puppy. “My turn.”
Bay kissed her and Shane moved back, watching as she wrapped herself around Bay without a single second’s hesitation.
It was going to be okay. They could make this work.
He stood back and watched. It was a good thing he enjoyed a show.
Chapter Five
Brooke came awake to the sound of a familiar voice. At first she was fairly certain she was dreaming. She’d almost definitely dreamed the whole of the night before since she wasn’t the girl who boldly walked up to two men in a bar and invited them home with her. No. She was careful and cautious. She always did the right thing.
So hearing Bay’s voice was certainly a dream because that would be a bad choice, and she didn’t make those.
Her brothers gave up way too much of their lives for her to make poor choices.
“Hey, keep it down, kid. She’s asleep,” he was saying.
She was asleep, and the bed was strangely comfy. Way more comfy than the mattress in her tiny bedroom in Manhattan. It was also warmer. Or it had been when she was dreaming about them, about them spanking her and fucking her and eating her pussy and sliding into bed beside her, despite the fact that it was tight up here. She’d dreamed that Shane had hit his head on the ceiling, and she’d opened her eyes and watched that fine ass of his moving toward the ladder.
“She’s my auntie and I came to see her, and she don’t have no boyfriend,” another familiar voice said.
Nightmare. Nightmare. That was her niece. Paige was invading her dreams.
Another shushing sound came from Bay. “Don’t wake her up. She had a long night. And I’m her friend.”
“No, you’re the one Daddy calls an asshole of epic proportions. I don’t know what that means but it’s bad. Papa says you’re just another cowboy numbskull. Does that mean something’s wrong with your brain? I don’t think my auntie is friends with people with bad brains.”
“Okay, that’s actually very ableist,” Bay said, obviously under his breath. “And rude. Not everyone thinks the same way. Hey, what are you doing? Oww. That’s my shin.”
Shit and balls. She sat straight up and realized last night was real and she had slept with two men her brothers hated, and at least one of them was still here. Why was he still here? And why was her stomach growling? Probably the smells coming from downstairs. She glanced at the clock, and it was way later than she’d planned. She was having lunch with Gemma in a couple of hours. The Kent brothers were supposed to slip out after she was asleep.
She peeked out of the tiny window, pushing back the blinds. The truck was gone.
Why was Bay here?
“You’re in my auntie’s house, and I don’t think you have permission. I think you’re a serial killer and you’re here for her Lucky Charms,” Paige announced, and there was another grunting sound.
Brooke rolled out of bed and wrapped a fluffy robe around her body. “Paige. Sweetie, what are you doing here?”
She stopped at the top of the ladder. It was awkward how she had to get down. Of course the only thing more awkward was the scene playing out in front of her. From her place in the loft she could see the living area. The place where they’d shed all their clothes and started the raucous sexscapades from the night before. Shane had tossed the condom wrappers on the ground, and if Paige found one, she would have a lot of explaining to do.
The living room was spotless with the exception of her clothes from the night before carefully folded and put on the table that sat beside the couch.
Paige was in full-on rage-killer mode, but it was okay since Bay had figured out she was barely seven and could be held back with a single hand. Bay had his big palm on her head, and Paige seemed to be trying to break free by running in place as fast as she could and flailing her arms.
Bay looked up, and the expression on his face would have made her laugh if the situation wasn’t so dire.
Paige would totally talk.
She had to bribe her niece. Or blackmail her… What did she have on Paige?
Brooke started to scramble down, praying the robe was long enough. Actually, it made her wonder where the fluffy robe had come from since it was explained to her that only Max and Rye ever slept out here. And yet she’d found the pink robe when she’d stored her own clothes.