Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
When we finally break for dinner, a delicious aroma greets us in the hall.
We follow our noses to the kitchen, where we find Hazel standing at the stove. “What’s that amazing smell?”
She turns, her smile radiant. “Seafood paella.”
“Are you serious?” I wrap my arms around her waist and look over her shoulder into the giant pan. “You made that for me?”
“Well, for everyone, but you included.” She laughs, but gives me a special smile, and I know she made it because I mentioned it was my favorite food a couple of days ago. Incredible.
Even before I taste it, I already love it, just knowing she made it for me, but when I dig in, I decide it might be the best thing I’ve ever had.
“I think you should be a chef instead of an accountant,” I tell her during a quick pause between bites. “A chef photographer.”
“How’s the computer working out?” Rafe asks her as I shovel in another forkful. Conal’s mouth is full, too.
“It’s great so far. Thank you. I tried out the software, but I set it aside to come in and cook. I have a lot to learn, but I’m excited about photo editing.”
Conal smiles at her just like a sappy newlywed husband should.
We both know it’s Rafe’s turn tonight, and Rafe knows it too, because he’s been different all day. More pep in his step. More pickup in his picking.
I’m bummed about the prospect of spending the night alone, but the paella helps to ease my pain.
Later, as we watch Rafe and Hazel go upstairs together, Conal lets out a heavy sigh.
“I know,” I say. “She’s perfect.”
My brother shoots me a look. “You too, huh?”
“Yep.”
As our middle brother and our bride disappear out of sight, Conal says, “Better keep her around, then.”
“Fuck, yes. And let’s keep her happy so she doesn’t want to leave.”
Upstairs, my bed is cold and lonely, and I lie in the dead center and sulk. It’s fair that Rafe is having his turn, but my cock and I both miss Hazel to a painful degree. In fact, I’m going to have to spend a lot of time easing that pain all alone, until Hazel’s ready to handle all three of us at once.
RAFE
I don’t even recognize myself as I lie next to Hazel, taking things slower than I ever have in my life. We’re both fully dressed, kissing and touching each other like we’re a couple of nervous teenagers.
I want to make things good for her, so I’m determined not to rush.
But Hazel’s apparently been getting a lot of experience during the two nights we’ve been apart, because it’s her who starts to undress me, and it’s her who deepens our kisses.
My cock is ready to burst out of my pants, but I keep control and focus on getting her naked from the waist up, like me.
I straddle her body and undo the buttons on her blouse, letting some of my weight press into her hips. As her hands roam over my arms like she’s taking measure, I happily find that her bra has a front clasp.
I free her breasts, take hold of both, and bury my face between them. When I suck on her nipples, her body arches, offering herself up to me.
Tucking a leg under hers, I roll over, bringing her with me. She’s on top now, those beautiful breasts swinging, hardened nipples grazing my bare chest. Her eyes flash as she looks down at me, and it gives me ideas.
We roll around some more, and I kiss and stroke all of her bared skin, not just her breasts, though they get plenty of attention. When her breathing grows shallow and a sheen of sweat glows on her skin, I finally ease her out of her pants and underwear. She reaches for the snap on my jeans, but I tell her to wait.
Her lips press into a sweet little pout. “I want to touch you.”
“There’ll be plenty of time.”
I give the lower half of her body the same thorough treatment, stroking, squeezing, licking, nibbling—making sure every inch of her gets my attention. By the time I go down on her, her head is tossing on the pillow and she’s soaking wet.
After I rock her through a few orgasms, I let her help me take off my pants and boxer briefs. As soon as my cock springs free, she closes her hand around it with no hesitation, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon.
She starts to give me a hand job, but I stop her, because I don’t want to wait to build up steam again—not that it would take long with her in my bed. Instead, I let her help with the condom, then I position her over me. “Have you done it this way?”