Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
It’s not just sex he’s offering.
It’s sex and patience.
Sex and vulnerability.
Sex and listening.
“I think he would too,” I say, but before my hormones take my brain hostage—and they’re marching up there to lay siege to my head pretty damn fast—I add, “So, just for the week, right? Then we go back to…friends?”
That just makes sense given what he’s shared about trust and his job. Neither one of us is in the market for romance. But we’re both interested in the business of orgasms.
His full lips curve up in a grin. “We can stay friends, too, even as you teach me what you like.”
Teach me what you like.
His words vibrate through my body, making my heart rate speed up. “Let’s start tonight.”
We turn around, walking faster toward the cottage, my girl leading the way. As we reach the yard, I say, “So that toy you got…I’m intrigued. I don’t have that one.”
“Do you have a lot of toys?”
“I’m something of a collector,” I say as we step onto the porch.
Hollis’s eyes light up, even against the inky blue starlit sky. “I’m going to need to hear all about this collection of sex toys. Every single detail.”
Blood rushes hot and fast in my body. Talking about toys feels a little like foreplay. “I have so many toys I might as well buy stock in batteries,” I say as we reach the back deck where Rhys is lounging in an Adirondack chair, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, and a curious expression on his magazine model face.
“I’d love to hear about these toys too,” he says, making my breath catch.
25
WANT COMPANY?
Rhys
I meant it when I said the choice is Briar’s. That didn’t mean, though, that I was going to retreat into a corner.
Resistance might have worked fine back in San Francisco. It’s clearly no longer an option this week now that we’re talking about great boyfriends and battery-operated ones too.
And if my friend and the woman I want are talking about sex toys, then I’m damn well going to toss my hat in the ring.
Under the soft light of the deck, I knock back some scotch, then set the glass down on the arm of the wooden chair, my eyes on the blonde beauty in front of me. “Do you want to tell me about these toys?” I add. An invitation, I hope.
Her pupils dilate. Her lips part. But she’s quiet, her breath just gusting across her lips.
Then, after a few potent seconds where the only sounds are branches rustling and the skitter of paws as Donut settles onto the deck, Briar tosses a question back at me. “Do you want to hear about them?”
It’s asked as if she wants to be certain where I stand. Fair enough. She deserves clarity.
“I absolutely do,” I say.
She shifts her gaze to Hollis, checking in with him. “Do you want me to tell him? About the gift?”
Now I’m even more intrigued.
But not surprised that Hollis nods immediately. Hollis is a gamer. “Yeah. Tell him,” he says. Then the confident fucker runs a hand down her hair.
She shudders and dear god, it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.
Briar takes a beat, possibly to emerge from a fog of lust. “Hollis got me a toy,” she says to me, her breath a little raspy, like she’s turned on from the talking and from his touch.
I barely have time to think about the boldness of Hollis buying her a sex toy. I’m keener on her reaction—she’s aroused from his hand in her hair. He knows it too. He sweeps those blonde strands off her shoulder. “It’s going to be so fun to play with,” he murmurs to her.
“It is,” she says, her breath feathery.
“Sounds like a perfect night,” I say, then let my gaze linger on her a little longer. Briefly, my mind whirls to contracts, to the meetings my agent has coming up after the break, to her suggestions I see a therapist. To romance and all its awfulness. To the future. But I’ve had enough of all that. This is one week away from reality. I stop holding back. “Want company?”
Her eyes say yes before her mouth can form the word. Her gaze shifts to Hollis. “Is that cool with you?”
Hollis slides a hand down her back. “Absolutely.”
She gasps, part excitement, part lust. “You guys…want to share?”
There it is. The most wonderful question ever. An opportunity. A curiosity. A match lit and a forbidden desire kindled.
“I do,” I say, plainly, so there’s nothing unclear.
Hollis curls his hand over her ass. “We do. Would you be into us sharing you, Briar?”
She shudders out a sexy breath, her eyes locking with mine as he touches her. “I would. But…I don’t know how this works.”
I take this one, answering with, “We know how to do this.”
“We’re pretty fucking good at it,” Hollis adds, his fingers traveling down her lush locks again. “Want to know why?”