Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
But somehow, incomprehensibly, I’m in a beautiful city with two strong, funny, caring, deliciously filthy men. I don’t want to come back to earth.
“Yeah, I like it. I like all of this,” I say, but other words bubble up on my tongue unexpectedly. Words I’m dying to say like I like you guys. I like you two so much.
“It’s amazing. You’re amazing. Thank you,” I say.
Whatever worries flickered in their eyes have vanished now.
“Come see the city,” Ledger says and takes my hand. He guides me back out to the living room, and we head to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Together, the three of us gaze at the Vancouver skyline, the sun-kissed waterfront below, the blue sky stretching for days.
We’re on top of the world with the city at our feet.
But my gut still twists.
I don’t feel bought. I just feel unequal. They’re doing something so tremendous to make up for my bad luck as the girl who was jilted.
I step away from them and hold up my hands in surrender. “You’re doing so much for me. I can’t return the favor. This is so huge. You’re too kind, and I don’t even know what to say.”
Dev looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Who said anything about returning it?”
“But I can’t do anything like this,” I say, a little desperately as I flap my hand toward the vista. “I can barely afford taking you out to the nicest taco shop in town.”
“Hey, we like doing this,” Ledger says.
“You do?”
With a sigh he turns to Dev, shaking his head. “Just tell her the plan.”
“The plan?” I ask.
“When you were in the shower this morning. Back at the Blackberry Inn. We came up with a new plan for you,” Dev says as he closes the distance and turns me around so I’m facing the window again. “Over there. That’s the concert venue where Amelia Stone is playing tomorrow night.”
I only mentioned to them once that my friends were going to that concert. There’s no way. There’s no way at all…
“We got front-row tickets,” Ledger says. “We’re going to meet up with your friends and their guys tomorrow night. That work for you?”
It’s like bubbles are flowing through me, bright and frothy. “Y-yes,” I say, stumbling on the word.
Ledger adds, “And on Friday we made a reservation at a three-star restaurant. Do you like shopping?”
My mind is popping. I can barely speak. I can barely think. “Yeah, sure. I love it. I mean, yes, of course.”
“Good. We’ll take you shopping for a dress beforehand—”
“But you hate shopping,” I point out to Dev. “You died a little inside when you thought we were going to shop for clothes on my wedding day.”
Dev smiles then brings me to the couch, sets me on his lap, and runs his hands through the back of my hair, kissing my neck. Ledger watches us from his post by the window, a satisfied smile on his handsome face.
“I do hate shopping,” Dev says. “But I really like making you feel good. And I bet you’d like to get some sexy pink dress, and some of those stockings you like.”
“Some trendy…um…boots,” Ledger adds, and my god, they’re trying so hard, rattling off the things they’ve seen me wear—colors and styles, and it’s so endearing my heart is thumping fast.
Ledger strides across the carpet, looking powerful in those jeans and his black Henley. He bends, cups my cheek, and gives a firm, quick kiss to my lips.
When he pulls back, he says, “Let us spoil you.”
I’ve hit the honeymoon jackpot.
“If you insist. But I might have planned something for the rest of the day.”
I can spoil them too. In my own way. And it’ll start like this.
38
AN ERECTION SELECTION
Aubrey
I stand, backing away from the couch and fiddling with the buttons on my cami. That gets their attention. I push Ledger’s shoulder so he knows to sit on the sofa. “I don’t want you to think I’m getting on my knees to thank you for the room, the tickets, the dinner.”
Two pairs of eyes pop as I sink to the plush carpet. I’m wearing a short jean skirt, and I seriously appreciate this hotel’s commitment to luxury floor coverings.
“I’m getting on my knees to say thank you for your…sex math,” I say.
Their smiles are full of filthy anticipation, but they say nothing.
This is my moment to be in control. “Now, this time, boys, I’m going to expect you to listen to me when I say take out your cocks.”
This time, they do.
Faster than they fly down the ice, both my guys unzip and show me their shafts. The best part? They’re already hard. From zero to aroused in seconds.
I tap my chin and my gaze shifts back and forth, back and forth as I appraise my choices.
It’s an erection selection.
“Gee. I just don’t know which one to suck first. Want to flip a coin?” But before they can say a word, I answer with, “Wait. Silly me. I’ve got hands and a mouth. Why don’t you guys just enjoy the view?”