Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Cody didn’t say anything, but his hand captured mine in a reassuring way.
“It would be your call,” Diego said. “What happens. What we do. Hell, we could just sleep if you wanted to. Or you may not want to share a bed with us at all.”
“I do.” The words rose to my lips and then tumbled out.
Aaron’s breath hitched. “You do?”
“Yes.”
Diego was staring at me. I knew he wanted to ask me if I was sure, so I nodded, holding eye contact. Finally, he seemed to accept that. “If that’s the case, then I don’t think we’re going to get much studying done today. Aaron?”
“I figured a little more sightseeing. Then lunch out. And then, a spa afternoon for you, Mia.”
“A what?” I’d never been to a spa in my life. “Where would I have to…” I didn’t really want to spend any time today away from them.
“Just here,” Aaron said. “We put some things in the master bathroom for you. Lotions, soaps, razors, and so on.”
“You did?” God, I needed to stop echoing everything these guys said, but they kept taking me by surprise.
“Yes. Among other things.” He patted my thigh and squeezed. “As we told you, we did some Black Friday shopping yesterday.”
So that’s what they’d been getting while Cody took me bowling. Now I was really curious about what they’d bought. “Can I go see it now?”
“No.” Aaron kissed my temple and whispered in my ear. “But I guarantee you’ll like it.”
“So… so we really just spend the day playing tourists and then jump into bed together tonight?” Just saying it made my skin heat, but I wanted to be sure. The idea seemed both straightforward and preposterous at the same time.
“That’s the plan,” Aaron said, and then Cody cut in.
“If that’s what you want.”
I smiled at him. Then smiled at all of them. It was probably a nervous smile, but one full of anticipation nevertheless. “It is.”
After what felt like decades, it was time. It was Saturday night, and I was in a room lit by flickering candles and accompanied by soft music.
And I was in bed with three hot-as-sin men.
Well, on the bed. We were all sitting, each of us on one side of the huge mattress. I had on the gorgeous little babydoll nightie they’d bought, the matching silk robe hanging open from my shoulders. Other surprises, when I’d gotten here to the master suite a few hours ago, included a whole host of high-end toiletries, a playlist put together by Cody, and flowers.
The three of them were bare-chested with dark pajama pants on. I got the impression that they’d done some shopping for themselves yesterday, too. When I inquired why they were dressed as triplets, Diego had somewhat sheepishly said that Aaron told them how much I seemed to like that look.
Which was true. And now I couldn’t wait to glide my fingers over those muscular torsos. To kiss those warm lips. To slide my hand past the waistband of those pajama pants, and—
Diego cleared his throat. “I think we should start by deciding on some ground rules.”
“Rules?” I asked. That sounded a little extreme.
“Guidelines,” he clarified.
“All right,” Aaron said. “How about the first one is that you not be an RA tonight?” I could’ve kissed him for that alone.
Diego grinned. “I promise I won’t be, after this.”
“Okay, I’ll be serious,” Aaron said. “Obviously, anyone can opt out, call for a halt or a pause at any time.”
Diego nodded. “Yes. And I think it might help to keep our mission in mind.”
“There’s a mission?” I said, both nervous and excited.
“Yes. To give you as much pleasure as humanly possible.”
Shivers traveled the length of my spine. “I like that mission,” I said faintly.
“That’s what this night is about,” Diego continued, giving Aaron and Cody a look. “Mia’s pleasure. And—”
“It’s not just about her pleasure,” Cody said, so quietly that I had to focus to catch the words.
Then I nodded. “I agree. I want you three to have as much pleasure as I do. I think we need to—”
“No.” Cody sounded a little frustrated. “It’s not just about pleasure.”
“Okay,” I said, shutting up and waiting.
We all waited.
There was tension on his beautiful face. Tension and frustration. His hands twitched once, as if he wanted to break into sign.
I saw how much he wanted to share his thoughts with us—and I saw the defeated slump to his shoulders when he gave up. He waved away the attention, as if didn’t matter.
But it did.
“Take your time,” Aaron said.
But Cody just shook his head, looking away.
I scooted closer and put my hand on his arm. “It’s okay. We can wait.”
“Not important,” he mumbled.
Then Diego scooted closer. “It is important, and we’d like to hear it.”
Sliding my arm around Cody’s waist, I leaned against him, trying to offer quiet support. For a moment, he took that comfort, leaning against me as well, placing his hand on my thigh, but in a nonsexual way. Then he pulled away. “You guys should set the agenda. You’re the ones who can actually speak.”