Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
After all, my life is amazing now. Three months ago, I thought I was being pulled over for a traffic ticket, but instead I ended up tangling with two gorgeous men in the most delicious ways. Brandon and Ben invited me to move in with them immediately, and I happily agreed. Why not? I didn’t have much going on for me in Lake Puckett. I’m an aspiring actress, and unfortunately, Lake Puckett doesn’t even have community theater because it’s so small. As a result, I was doing puppet shows while working at the local toy store.
But here, there’s more hope. Sheridan is bigger, and I’ve been going to a few auditions here and there. Living here has also been a wonderful experience because my lovers are enormous and thorough, and my body aches from their vigorous lovemaking. In fact, my bottom’s leaking a bit even now, the remnants of their maleness seeping down my thighs. It’s so bad, but utterly good too, and these have been the best three months of my life.
I giggle naughtily as I make my way to the kitchen, but then stop before entering the lighted space. Brandon and Ben are already in their uniforms, and they are utterly gorgeous. The brass buttons on their shirts are polished until they shine, and their slacks are pressed into crisp pleats. Not to mention the male physiques the fabric covers: both brothers are chiseled and fit, their shoulders broad and legs long. My lovers are imposing without a stitch of clothing on, but the uniforms only enhance their male beauty.
I lick my lips but then force myself to keep my voice light. After all, I’m still sore from last night’s hard loving, and it would be total punishment to take them again, right here in the kitchen, although I’m sure the twins would be more than game.
“What’s all this laughter so early in the morning?” I tease while stepping into the lighted area. The hardwood floor is cold against my bare feet, a sure sign that autumn is finally arriving.
“Hey honey,” Ben says and plants a quick kiss on my lips. I tingle all the way to my toes at the sensation. “I’m sorry, did we wake you?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s just an added bonus that you’re still home.”
Brandon sets a batter-covered spatula on the counter and pulls me into his arms for a possessive embrace. The man is massive and powerful, but with me, he’s always incredibly gentle.
“Yes, we’re still here although we’ve gotta run soon. By the way, good morning, Bessie. Coffee?”
“Yes please.” I smile happily, eyeing the pancakes sizzling in the pan and my stomach gurgles in response. “Are you guys planning to share those?”
Both men chuckle. “I was making them for you, actually.” Brandon informs me as he lifts one sizzling flapjack onto a waiting plate.
“We were going to wake you up for breakfast in bed, but you beat us to it,” Ben says as he toys with the sash on my robe.
“Well I’m excited then!” I giggle while walking to the fridge to grab the maple syrup and butter. “But you guys are already dressed,” I say with a pout.
Ben and Brandon shrug. “Duty calls, honey. Crime doesn’t stop just because the sun’s out.”
I admire my two lovers in their crisp police uniforms once more and rub my hand gently along Brandon’s bicep, admiring the taut flesh and rippling muscle. I sigh. “I hate that you guys have to go to work so early all the time.”
“We don’t like it either,” Ben tells me as he takes the stack of pancakes and sets them on the counter in front of a stool. “But at least the early shift means we’ll be home for dinner.”
I grin at this realization. “OMG, dinner! Do you want me to cook something?” I ask eagerly, excited by the idea that I might get to spoil them.
Brandon grins in response. “That would be really nice. What do you have in mind, sweetheart? You know we’ll eat anything made by you, but do you have anything special?”
I shake my head, a plan already forming in my brain. “Never you fear,” I tease while planting a soft kiss on his clean-shaven cheek. “I know how to throw together a few good meals. Your tummies will be thanking me by the end.”
Brandon raises his eyebrows as Ben grins.
“What?” I ask, agog. “I do! Just you wait and see.”
“We believe you, Bess, but you know we always like to know after what happened that first time,” Ben says with good humor.
I roll my eyes, because when I first moved in with them about three months ago, I accidentally set off the fire alarm trying to make breakfast one day. I’d left eggs burning on the stove, but it had been entirely the twins’ fault – they distracted me with sex on the kitchen table! Who wouldn’t lose track of eggs with a distraction like that?