Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 43102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Her eyes skate over my red T-shirt and jeans, then turn to peruse my man, and she grins.
“I’m game.”
Chapter Three
ALEX
Holy. Mother. Of God.
If I’m being honest, I hardly remember Gabe Blackwell from when we were kids. He’s older, and I wasn’t boy crazy when he was around. He was more of a friend to my brother, Holden.
I was just trying to survive. I didn’t give a shit about much of anything else.
But I remember him being cute.
He’s no longer cute.
With all that dark hair and those hazel eyes, not to mention a smile that would bring any woman to her knees—that dimple in his left cheek is everything—Gabe is hot as fuck.
But add in Adam? Wavy dark blond hair that’s begging for my fingers, eyes that are somewhere between blue and gray, and all of the muscles between the two of them that should likely be illegal, I’m in fucking heaven.
Spend a night with these two? Fuck yes. It’s a no-brainer. Sign me the fuck up. I haven’t had sex in a really long time, and I’ve been working too hard.
I deserve this. Call it a good girl treat.
Please call me a good girl, guys. Pretty fucking please.
And something tells me that these two are going to ruin me for all other men.
Worth it.
The guys flank me and escort me out of the bar, and I give my table a little wave. Gabe slips his hand in mine, links our fingers, and when I glance up at him, he winks.
“We’re over here,” Adam says, gesturing to the Porsche SUV parked nearby.
My eyebrows climb. Fancy car.
When I immediately walk to the back door, Adam shakes his head and nudges me to the front passenger side.
“You’re a passenger princess, baby. You never sit in the back.”
Who are these guys?
My eyes search out Gabe, who’s still grinning at me, and it makes me want to ride on his lap. “You heard the man. Get in, sweetheart.”
“I like your car. Whose is it?”
“It’s Adam’s,” Gabe says as he climbs in behind me. Adam slides in behind the wheel. “I’m restoring an old truck.”
I turn to look at him. “Didn’t I hear that you work for Brooks now?”
Brooks is Billie’s oldest brother, and he owns the auto shop in Bitterroot Valley. I’ve known him all of my life.
“I do, yeah. I’m a master mechanic at the shop.”
“That’s awesome. I don’t know anything about cars. I keep meaning to take my car in, but I always forget. And then, when I remember, the shop is closed. I guess I could just call Brooks directly, but that feels disrespectful.”
“What’s wrong with your car?” All of the humor has left Gabe’s face, and the line between his eyebrows deepens with worry.
“The check engine light is on.” I shrug. “But it’s been fine.”
Adam throws me a hard look. “Gabe will check it out.”
“It’s fine.”
“You won’t argue,” Adam says and turns off the highway that runs through town onto a small side road that leads to a new little subdivision full of gorgeous homes. Skyla used to live in this neighborhood.
Between the Porsche and the house, someone does very well. This is the kind of neighborhood I’d love to live in. Quiet, put together, a nice family neighborhood that I certainly never had. I was raised by a terrorist on a ranch so far out of town that no one could hear us scream. And the apartment I have now is great.
But this neighborhood? This is something dreams are made of.
And these two guys are special. I can tell that they have a tight bond and love each other. It’s right there in the way they look at each other.
The fact they’re willing to let me join them makes me feel special.
“So who lives in this house?” I ask when Adam turns into the driveway.
“We both do,” Gabe says.
I feel my mouth drop. They live together.
They’re in a committed relationship.
I have so many questions, I mean, it’s my whole job to ask questions, but none of the answers are any of my business. I’m just here for a night of fun.
So I keep the questions to myself. Gabe opens my door and takes my hand, pulling me out of the car and up into his arms.
“Come here, Shorty.”
My legs circle his waist, hands diving into all that thick, dark hair. His nose skims up my neck until his lips are planted by my ear.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Alex.”
I swallow thickly, and my eyes close as he carries me into the house.
“We’re going to worship every fucking inch of you tonight.”
I hear a door open, then close, and suddenly, I feel warmth at my back and another pair of hands on my sides. Adam’s lips fall on the back of my neck.
“What are your hard limits, beautiful?” Adam asks, and I’ve lost all ability to talk. My brain synapses no longer function. No one is naked, no one has even kissed me, but holy shit, I’m sandwiched between two intensely sexy men, and I’m already on fire.