Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
When Dayne and Dylan were alone, though, his brother had dropped slight hints. Made vague comments. Shot him smug looks.
Finally, last Sunday evening, as he once again watched them leave, Dylan slapped him on the back and bluntly asked, “When are they moving in?”
That question made his lungs seize and his heart tumble violently. Whatever expression was on his face—most likely horror or shock—made Dylan laugh again and walk away shaking his head.
Moving in?
Were they even at that point? Did he want to cohabitate with them? Would it destroy the easy relationship they had now?
Dayne stood frozen in place waiting for the invisible choke collar around his neck to tighten.
It didn’t.
The longer he stood contemplating what Dylan asked, the easier it was to breathe. His pulse slowed. Any sense of impending doom dissipated. A sense of peace came over him.
It became obviously clear what he had to do next. Only, Cara kind of screwed up his plan when she couldn’t join them this weekend. In the meantime, he could see what Heath thought about his proposal and if he was onboard, then maybe they could both work on convincing Cara.
But, shit, once he mentioned his proposition to Heath, he wouldn’t be able to take it back. It would be out of his internal thoughts and into the world.
His feelings would be known. He’d also be vulnerable.
After hearing Heath’s answers to Cara’s questions about marriage and children a few weeks ago, maybe the man would laugh his ass off and say no. Then that would be the end of that. They would simply continue on like they have been until one or more of them tired of their weekend trysts and they decided to go their separate ways.
Or…
He studied the hard lines and curves of Heath’s broad, bare back. He was lying on his side, facing away from Dayne, with the top sheet loosely draped over his hips and covering his long legs. Dayne rolled into him and brushed his lips along the nape of his neck.
With a soft moan, Heath flopped onto his back. His morning wood tented the sheet and tempted Dayne, but he needed to get through this first.
“Ready to go again?” Heath’s voice was rough with sleep.
“Again? The last time was last night.”
“Yeah, like at two a.m. It’s”—he lifted his head to glance at the digital clock on the nightstand—“six. That was only four hours ago.” With a groan, he dropped his head back onto the pillow.
“Four hours is a lifetime ago.”
Heath scoffed, “I know I’m irresistible…”
“About that.” Dayne hauled himself across Heath’s warm, lickable chest so they could be face-to-face.
Heath cocked an eyebrow. “About what? How irresistible I am?”
“I have an idea.”
“Of how irresistible I am? Of course you do.”
Dayne sucked on his teeth. “No. I have an idea I want to bring up.”
Heath’s other eyebrow rose to join the first one. “Should I be worried? Please don’t ask me to dress up like a clown and—”
“That’s not it.” And never would be. Having sex with someone dressed as a clown would give him the creeps. He probably wouldn’t even be able to get hard.
“Hold on. If it’s your idea, why do you look worried?”
“Because it would mean a big change.” That was putting it mildly. It would be life changing.
Those same eyebrows now pinched together. “I don’t understand.”
“Because I haven’t had a chance to explain yet!”
Heath pinned his lips together but the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes deepened, giving his amusement away. “Well then, explain.”
Dayne sighed. “Maybe now I don’t want to.”
“Holy shit. Are you going to pout? Let me get rid of that for you.” Heath curled his hand around the back of Dayne’s head and pulled him down until their mouths touched.
After a long, thorough, breath-stealing kiss, Heath was no longer the only one in that bed with a hard-on.
Damn it, he needed to stay on track.
“Tell me what you want to talk about,” Heath whispered. “Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you because my cock is desperate to be in your ass. It’s my turn.”
Dayne sucked in a bolstering breath. He needed to hurry and get it out before this whole conversation went sideways. Or he ended up on his hands and knees getting fucked doggy-style. “Okay, but don’t freak out.”
Heath propped himself up on an elbow and frowned. “You’re the one freaked out, not me. Did you have sex with someone outside of our threesome?”
“No, that’s the problem…”
The creases in Heath’s forehead deepened. “I’d say it’s a problem because we all agreed—”
“No, I didn’t fuck anyone else! The problem is that I have no desire to do so.”
Heath’s expression twisted. “How is that a problem?”
“Because I want you to move here…move in…with me. Here…on the ranch…” Damn it! Stop rambling!
He hoped to hell he didn’t regret opening this Pandora’s Box. He didn’t want to lose Heath or Cara and maybe his suggestion would come off as pushy.