Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
We don’t talk much as we eat, but all three of us are watching each other and saying things with our eyes.
At one point, Stella’s shoulders quiver.
I set my bowl down and put my arm around her, rubbing her shoulder. “Got a chill? Did the ice cream make you cold?”
I’m not sure she’s telling the truth when she says, “I guess so.”
I take her empty dish and set it on the table, then pull her to me, wrapping my other arm around her in a hug.
Then I pull the throw blanket from the back of the sofa and cover her with it. I settle her back against me so that her head is resting on my chest, and a sense of calm falls over me.
This is where she’s supposed to be.
I continue to rub the side of her arm and savor the nearness of her for several long minutes.
“I’d better not lie here like this, I might fall asleep.” Contrary to her words, she curls closer. Her body is relaxed, but when she looks up at me, her eyes are saying something else.
Cam gets up and moves next to her, sitting on her other side. “We can’t have you falling asleep on your date. You’ll think we’re boring.”
She shakes her head. “The last thing you are is boring.”
When he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and leans closer, she asks, “What are you doing?”
“It looks cozy over here. Thought I’d join you.” I expect to be bothered as he settles in beside her, but surprisingly, I’m not. Not as long as Stella’s still in my arms.
As he continues to toy with her hair, she says, “Remember. No kissing.” She sounds breathless.
“No kissing on the lips, right?” Cam touches a spot on her neck. “How about here?”
Sometimes my friend is so clever.
CHAPTER 26
STELLA
I can’t believe Cam wants to kiss me while I’m lying in Wyatt’s arms.
And Wyatt isn’t saying anything to protest. In fact, he’s stroking my arm and nuzzling his nose in my hair. I’m suddenly surrounded by the two of them, and it’s overwhelming in the very best way.
But persuasive as they are, they’re not forcing anything on me. Their easygoing demeanors make me certain that if I said I wanted to leave right now, they’d stop what they’re doing and take me home.
I feel like I’m on a very slippery slope right now. Actually, I’ve been slipping and falling ever since I first kissed them, and now that I’m in their arms, momentum is building.
“Can I kiss you here?” Cam asks again, swirling the tip of his finger on a spot on my neck that I never knew was so sensitive.
I nod, desperate to know how his lips will feel on that spot. He kisses me there, softly at first, but then he uses the tip of his tongue and then his teeth to nip gently and turn me into a puddle.
Meanwhile, Wyatt slips his fingers under the bottom of my shirt, the warmth of his hand rough on my skin.
Cam traces his finger over to a spot on my collarbone. “How about here?”
My breathing has grown shallow, but I manage to say, “Okay.”
Wyatt’s hand smooths up my side toward the bottom edge of my bra as Cam’s head dips lower, pressing a hot kiss to his target.
“Would you like us to stop?” Wyatt whispers in my ear. He strokes a finger along my jaw, under my chin, and directs my gaze toward him, where he’s waiting for an answer. “Everything is your call.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
I have no idea how far they plan to take things, and no idea how far I want them to go.
I didn’t think things would head in this direction while I was with both of them. Going on a date with them together is one thing; having them kiss and touch my body at the same time is something else entirely. It’s incredible.
Wyatt’s lips brush my cheek, then gently tug at my earlobe as his hands graze the underside of the cups of my bra.
Cam kisses a trail back up to the side of my neck as his hand takes hold of my hip.
It’s getting harder to tell where one man ends and another begins. Or what’s up and what’s down. I’m getting dizzy with lust.
“That feels so good,” I tell them both, about nothing in particular. It all feels so good.
Wyatt runs his thumb over my nipple, and my body quivers. Cam moves the blanket aside and unbuttons my blouse, from top to bottom, kissing a line down my center as he goes.
I’m glad I wore my prettiest bra, because it’s getting a lot of attention, both men running their fingers along its edges and over the cups, turning my nipples into such hard points I’m surprised they don’t cut through the lace.