Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Ford shrugged. “Tonight, we make the best of the situation.”
“Have you had a threesome before?”
“Yes. You?”
“No.” Dylan frowned. “Has she?”
Good question. “Not with me, she hasn’t.” Usually, the guys he hooked up with were only into guys. Not that he had a deep and meaningful conversation with them about their sexuality. And he couldn’t imagine asking around for a third in Fisher Falls since Ford and Erin pretended to only be “friends.”
“Then that’s our answer. She told me she hasn’t had sex with anyone but you since Hart died.”
Holy shit. He had assumed she had since she never told him otherwise. He also never asked, as it was her business and hers alone. Just like he didn’t talk about any of his own sexual encounters. Or the fact it was only with men and that she was the only woman he was intimate with. “I… had no idea.”
“Now you do. We have to assume this will be her first time, so we need to be careful.”
“She might not like you treating her with kid gloves.”
“I didn’t say we should treat her like she’s breakable. I said be careful. We’ll give her whatever she wants and maybe even what she doesn’t realize she wants.” Dylan glanced at his cell phone. “She should be here shortly. We should finish getting ready and set the trap.”
Ford’s eyebrows pinched together. “Trap?”
Dylan grinned. “Follow my lead.”
Erin stopped at the entrance to Dylan’s wing of the farmhouse. She pursed her lips as she read the hand-written sign taped to the door.
Door’s unlocked. Follow the trail of rose petals to find me.
“What in the world?” she whispered, then softly snort-laughed at the last sentence. Eat this note so my nosy siblings don’t see it.
She ripped the sign down and balled it within her fist. She was not eating it. She hadn’t eaten paper since she about two years old.
But what was all this? Was Dylan trying to woo her? Steal her away from Ford?
While she liked a little romance, she already told him that she and Ford came as a package deal.
With a sigh, she opened the door, and the sound of soft rock filled her ears at the same time she saw a path of vibrant red petals scattered on the wood floor. Dropping the balled-up note on the small table next to the door, she called out, “Dylan?”
Of course he didn’t answer. He expected her to follow his orders, not question them. Since she had worn sandals with shorts and a tank top, she kicked them off and placed them neatly by the front door.
She hoped he hadn’t planned anything too fancy since she was casually dressed. The trail of rose petals leading to the closed bathroom door on the opposite side of the living area might say otherwise. It most likely wouldn’t matter how she was dressed since she could pretty much guess she wouldn’t be wearing clothes for too long.
She did what the note said and followed the petals to the bathroom. With her hand gripping the doorknob, she leaned closer and listened carefully.
Nothing but the music could be heard.
When she opened it, she poked her head in and whispered, “Dylan?”
No sign of him.
As soon as she walked in, her nose immediately picked up the light scent of lavender. The lights were dimmed low and candles flickered softly on the long quartz counter. A few larger pedestal candles on the floor circled the large standalone, jetted tub.
After shutting the door, she approached it and noticed more petals floating on top of the steaming water.
Oh yes, it seemed like he wanted her to join him in a romantic interlude. He went above and beyond to make it all so inviting.
She pinched her forearm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. No one had ever done anything like this for her before. Certainly not Kyle. Or Ford. Or even Dylan.
“Get in the tub,” Dylan’s order came from who knew where.
“Are you joining me?”
“In a minute. Do as I order, Erin.”
Fine. If she had to.
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” Soaking in a warm lavender-scented tub surrounded by candles would certainly not be a hardship.
After quickly stripping off her clothes, she folded them neatly and placed them on the corner of the counter. When she went back to the tub, she drew a finger through the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold before climbing in with a sigh.
She loved taking baths. Besides having sex with Ford, she considered soaking in a warm bath as self-care. Especially when it was scented with bath salts, bath bombs or even bubble bath.
Slipping farther down into the silky water, until only her shoulders and head were exposed, she turned the jets on low and waited for Dylan to come through the door. He had to be hiding in his bedroom.