Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Nate predictably climbs into the middle, a rare smile gracing his pouty lips. I kick off my shoes, bouncing onto the bed next to him. Dex more or less prowls onto the other side. Something about the way his shoulder muscles bunch as he moves has my stomach tightening.
This is so fucking cool.
Dex lies on his side so he can see both of us. Nate turns toward him, snuggling against his chest. I’m annoyed at first because I kind of want to be the one to touch Dex’s stupid-hard abs, but then I’m thankful I’m not that close because there’s no telling what I’d do if I touched his abs. Brother or not, the thought is electrifying. I spoon Nate, inhaling his hair that smells like lavender.
“Thank you,” Nate says to Dex. “For everything. You saved us.”
This time, tears well and I can’t hold them back. Dex’s strong arm wraps around the both of us, squeezing.
“I would do anything for you,” Dex admits. “Anything.” He takes turns running his fingers through Nate’s hair and then mine. I want to purr because I fucking love when he touches my hair. I’ve loved it since we were toddlers. Something about it has always soothed me.
Dex’s voice grows sleepy. “Aren’t you going to go eat your ice cream now?”
His breath evens out and I know he’s passed out. Bringing my lips to Nate’s ear, I say, “Come on. Help me clean up dinner. Let him nap for a bit.”
Nate shivers at the way my hot breath tickles his ear, but he nods. “And then I want to go to bed early.”
That makes two of us.
What started as a horrible damn day has quickly turned into the best. Things are looking up for the Love trips. It’s about time we crawl ourselves out of the gutter.
3
Nathan
We have a bed.
I'm still having trouble believing it.
Of course Dex would somehow know exactly what we needed and wanted before we would. This bed is a new beginning. It's everything.
"One day," Andy says as he dries off the last dish, "I'm going to get a really good job so Dex can let me take care of things for a change."
My chest squeezes at his words. I feel the same way Andy does. Wanting to one day pay back Dex for all he sacrifices for us.
I pull the ice cream out of the freezer and open both tubs. After scooping some of each into a bowl for Dex, I grab three spoons and hand one to Andy. His smile is back to being permanently affixed to his face. An hour ago, I was worried he'd say something he couldn't take back. Seth was just a loser with a hard-on for my brother. Nothing more. Andy doesn't need friends when he has the two best ones in the world.
Andy starts through the trailer toward the bedroom, a bounce in his step that makes his hair bounce. I love Andy's hair this way. Sometimes, when he's sleeping, I run my fingers through it. He doesn't care. I've always had a thing for touching his hair. I often wonder if I like touching my brothers a little too much.
Sickness roils in my gut at that thought.
It makes me think I'm a twisted fuck like Dad.
Normal people don't have thoughts like I sometimes do. Thoughts I couldn't voice aloud even if someone had a gun pointed at my temple.
We make it into our bedroom and the sight steals my breath.
A bed.
The Love trips finally have a bed big enough for the three of them.
Andy pounces on the bed, making it bounce, and then presses his ice cream container to Dex's chest. His eyes snap open in a comical way that has me and Andy cracking up with laughter. Dex's annoyance is chased off with a two-dimpled grin that makes my heart twist violently in my chest. I crawl into bed next to Dex, leaning my back against the wall, and hand him his bowl. Andy scoots his ass off him, but leaves one leg dangling over our brother. Dex sits up, but doesn't shove away Andy's leg. It makes me wish I were touching Dex too.
So, I do.
I run my fingers over his buzzed head, gently scratching at his scalp. He lets out a contented sigh. We eat our ice cream silently aside from our appreciative moans. This is quite possibly the best day of my entire life.
"You can't have the middle every time," Andy tells me. "I get cold too."
"We'll take turns," Dex offers, turning his head to glance up at me. His lips wrap around his spoon as he bites off some cookies and cream ice cream. Heat floods through me, forcing my gaze elsewhere.
"You okay?" Dex's voice drips with concern as he touches my thigh with his knuckle. "You're happy, right? About this? This is okay?"