Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I stand in the doorway for a moment, watching them.
Mason says something that makes Brookes roll his eyes. Wade laughs under his breath. Joelle slips past me and presses a hand to his back as she reaches for a glass. Little Caleb squeals when Buck’s whiskers tickle his fingers.
The room is messy and loud and completely alive, so different from the pristine, organized home I grew up in, or the quiet, neat home I created for myself.
This is what I've been missing my whole life.
Chaos. Noise. Love. Easy belonging. Simple expectations. Warmth.
I let myself imagine what it would feel like to stay. To build a life here. To let these men love our baby and me without apology.
The thought still frightens me, but the alternative is beginning to frighten me more.
Chapter 16
Mason
The taillights of Wade and Caleb’s truck disappear down the drive, taking Joelle and little Caleb with them. The house is quieter in their absence, but the atmosphere still holds the warmth of their visit.
Janey stands on the porch steps for a long moment with her arms wrapped around herself, staring after them with a thoughtful, faraway look in her eyes.
She has been like this since Joelle pulled her aside earlier, becoming quieter and more introspective. I can practically see the wheels turning in her head, and every protective instinct I have wants to reach in and ease whatever burden she has picked up.
I step up behind her and slide my arms around her waist, resting my chin on top of her head. “You okay, sweetheart?”
She leans back into me with a soft sigh. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”
Brookes joins us, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Come inside. Let us take care of you.”
She doesn’t argue, letting him lead her inside.
We settle her on the big leather couch in the living room. I pull her feet into my lap and start rubbing them the way I did that night at her house, working slow, firm pressure into her arches and heels until some of the tension starts to leave her body. Brookes sits at the other end so she can rest her head in his lap. His fingers stroke gently through her hair as the opening credits of an old Western roll across the TV screen.
Janey lets out a contented little hum, her body softening between us. For a while, none of us speaks. The only sounds are the low dialogue from the movie, the crackle of the fireplace, and the occasional creak of the old house settling around us.
But my mind isn’t on the film.
It’s on the woman who’s so close but still feels remote.
I can’t concentrate on the movies when the soft curve of her stomach is there to distract me beneath the shirt she borrowed from me. I’m mesmerized by the way her thighs press together when my thumbs find a tender spot in her foot. And every time Brookes’s fingers brush the sensitive place behind her ear, she lets out a little sigh that makes me crazy.
We have been careful since she arrived, giving her space and letting her settle without pressure. No sex. Just comfort, conversation, and presence. But tonight, that restraint is starting to fray.
While the women took time to talk in private, me and my brother bent the ears of our cousins. Their advice was to show her exactly what life would be like here if she stayed. She has to see the reality of ranch life and know how it will feel to be shared by two cowboys.
So, that’s what tonight is about. I want her to feel every part of what life with us could be. The quiet evenings. The easy domesticity. The warmth of belonging. The heat and hunger.
And finally, the satisfaction.
I want her to understand how we can worship her for hours and still get up the next day to handle business.
Brookes catches my eye over her head, and the same need burns in his gaze. I nod to let him know we’re on the same page as Janey shifts restlessly, her breathing a little quicker now, as though she feels the change in the room.
Brookes’s voice is gruff when he finally speaks. “Come here, darlin’.”
He helps her sit up, then guides her onto his lap so she's straddling him, facing the TV. Her back rests against his chest, and he wraps one arm around her waist, holding her close while his other hand slowly pushes the hem of the oversized shirt up her thighs.
“Watch the movie,” he murmurs against her ear as he frees himself from his pants. “Don’t look away.”
Janey’s breath catches as he guides the rounded head of his cock through her folds. With his other hand, he rubs her clit in hard, tight circles until she arches her neck.
“So wet,” he growls in her ear. “So ready for me.”