Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Arching my brow, I taunt, “Been a while since you two have brought someone in here?”
Riggs whirls, blindly catching my jaw in his big hand and bringing my eyes to his as he presses his chest to mine, invading my space. He smells like the chocolate from dessert and sandalwood cologne. “You are the only woman to have ever been in our home, much less in our bedrooms. This is different for us too. You are different.”
My breath hitches, shock instantly freezing my whole body but sending my mind spinning. Could that be true? I’d been surprised when I pulled up to the address Maddox gave me, expecting a restaurant, not a house, but when I’d realized it was their home, I assumed this was how they kept things off the sports gossip grapevine. And I had asked for somewhere private. I thought they’d just been obliging my request.
But the look on Riggs’s face says that’s not the case at all. Inviting me here is as meaningful for them as it would be for me to invite someone to my home. In other words, it never happens. My home is my sanctuary, and no one comes there, other than for Girls’ Night In when it’s my turn to host. And even that requires a studious deep clean afterward because I need the space to feel like mine again. Is it ridiculous? Yes. But it’s how I am, how I’ve always been—protective of myself, my people, my world. So I understand the importance of what Riggs is saying.
Pressing my hands to his chest, I lean against him, letting him take my weight. He instantly wraps his arms around my waist, looking down at me, and I smile, lifting my mouth to his. I try to express with a kiss that I understand the gravity of this and that I appreciate the trust they’ve placed in me. Riggs’s mouth is warm as he meets me, kiss for kiss, not taking it deeper but letting us enjoy the moment as we surrender to the urges that have worked through us all evening.
I sense Maddox behind me before I feel his touch. “It’s my house too,” he murmurs against my hair, his hands tracing lines across my back and down my upper arms. I can hear the teasing smile in his voice.
I break the kiss with Riggs, letting my head fall back against Maddox’s shoulder. Riggs’s attention moves down my throat while Maddox takes over with my mouth. His kiss is more insistent, his tongue demanding.
But it’s Riggs’s growl that has me blinking to clear the haze in my head. “How the fuck does this thing come off? I’m about to rip it off you.” I realize he’s looking for a zipper on my dress. I slide the hidden zipper beneath my arm down, letting the bodice fall from my shoulders to my waist, revealing that I’m wearing the lingerie they sent beneath. “Fuck me, you did wear it,” he groans, his hands cupping my breasts through the delicate lace cups.
Maddox pushes the dress over my hips and as it puddles on the floor at my feet, he hisses, “Jesus, man. Look at her ass in this thing.”
“Show me,” Riggs orders, sounding more like Maddox than usual.
Usual? Do we have a usual? I don’t know, but either way, I find myself holding Riggs’s hand as I step out of the dress, and in my heels, I do a spin for them, letting them see all of me in the bodysuit they picked out for me. I felt sexy putting it on tonight and chose my dress because it coordinated with the lacy lingerie.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell them, gently fingering the silky strap at my shoulder.
“You are beautiful,” Riggs corrects.
“We’re gonna ruin that thing,” Maddox promises, a dark glint in his eye as he pulls his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere and even pinging off the glass of the artwork on the wall. All he’s missing is an ‘S’ on his chest the way he just ripped his shirt open.
And suddenly, I don’t care about the expensive, luxurious lingerie. I just want them to ruin me. However they see fit, knowing I’ll love every minute of it.
Buttons don’t fly again, but somehow, I blink and Riggs’s shirt is gone too. Maddox has seated himself on the edge of the bed, his thighs spread out with me standing between them, my hands planted on his powerful shoulders, looking into his lust-driven face. Through his dark slacks, I can see the thick ridge of his erection as he runs his palm up and down it. Riggs is kneeling behind me, his hands kneading and tickling up my legs from my calves to my ass, where he teases a finger along the edge of the lace trim of the bodysuit.