Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Well.
Turns out that was the wrong thing to say. All three men glared at her.
“Um. What?” she asked.
“I don’t like that you’re used to pain,” Slade told her.
“None of us do,” Spencer added.
Then Rock crouched next to her, reaching out to run his finger down her cheek.
Ooh. She liked that.
“Sorry I pushed things too far too fast,” Slade told her. “I’ll take things slower.”
A noise of dissatisfaction left her mouth. She didn’t want to take things slower.
But then he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue slid between her lips and she relaxed back into Spencer’s lap, letting Slade take the lead.
There was no time to think because as soon as Slade stopped kissing her, Rock moved into his place, his lips brushing against hers before he kissed her properly.
She let out a murmur of pleasure. It was almost too much. An overload on her senses. They were all around her, holding her close, keeping her safe.
But at the same time they were turning her on so much that she could feel her pussy growing wet, her clit throbbing.
“Please,” she begged as Rock drew back.
Slade shook his head, but she could see the hunger in his face. “Not yet and not because we don’t want you. But you need to be fully healed for anything more than kissing.”
Well, that sucked.
“Come on, back to bed,” Spencer told her. “We’ll stay with you. Keep you safe while you sleep.”
Quaid snuck into her room again. He was starting to wonder if this was a sickness.
Perhaps he should see someone about it.
Was he addicted to her?
Seemed like he could be. And he had no idea how he was going to overcome this.
This time there wasn’t just one man sleeping in her room, but two. And another one lying on the floor at the end of the bed.
What was going on?
Had something happened? Was she all right?
As he moved closer, Rock rolled over and opened his eyes, staring straight at him.
Shit.
How had he heard him? Quaid was always quiet. Silent on his feet. He’d had to be in his house to avoid his father and his wrath.
Then Slade moved from where he’d been lying on the floor. He sat and looked at Quaid. Then he nodded over at Rock who lay back down next to their girl.
Not his, though.
Never his.
Slade touched his arm, then gestured toward the door.
Fuck.
He really wished he’d been more quiet as he’d snuck in. Too late now, he guessed as he headed out after Slade.
They walked into Slade’s home office. He expected Slade to walk over to the booze cabinet and pour them a drink. To his shock, the other guy sat on one of the chairs in front of the desk and gestured to him to take the other.
“What? You’re not drinking?” Quaid asked.
“Trying to cut down.”
“Since when?” Quaid asked suspiciously.
“Since now,” Slade replied. “Since Indie agreed to enter into a relationship. With the three of us.”
Quaid sucked in a breath. Fuck. That happened quicker than he’d thought it would.
He’d been hoping for . . .
For what?
For them to take longer so he didn’t have to figure out what he was going to do? So he could stay here longer with them? Torture himself by watching her from afar while never actually having her?
Was that actually what he’d been hoping for?
He kept all of these thoughts off his face, of course. He’d never show his inner turmoil.
Instead, he nodded calmly. “Congratulations. I’ll make arrangements to move out.”
“Don’t be a fucking dickhead.”
“A dickhead?” Quaid drawled, starting to grow mad.
Keep it under control.
He didn’t want to become like his asshole father.
“Yeah. No one said you had to move out.”
“So you’d prefer I stay here while the three of you play house with Indie?”
Why did he say that?
Slade’s face grew thunderous.
Was he trying to make him mad? Was that why he’d said it? Maybe he wanted to make Slade so angry that he’d kick him out?
And then Quaid wouldn’t have to find the courage to leave on his own.
Yeah. That could be what was happening.
Fuck. That was cowardly.
“We are not playing at anything and you know it,” Slade snarled. “Indie is the one for us. For all of us.”
Quaid shook his head. “We’ve talked about this before. I’m glad that she’s forgiven all of you. That she wants you . . . wants this sort of relationship with you. But that’s not going to include me.”
“It could if you weren’t being such a self-sacrificing idiot. You are not your father, Quaid. We all know that. You just have to figure that out. But you are not leaving.”
“You can’t want me to stay,” he said calmly.
Inwardly, he was raging. How could he stay and watch them all be ridiculously happy together while he was on the outside, looking in?
“At least until Billy is caught,” Slade added. “You want her protected, right?”