Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I don’t order anything, but all three brothers end up sharing a taste of theirs with me.
First, Conal offers me a raspberry from his fruit cocktail, which is so far from the canned version that it’s laughable. He plucks a bright red berry from the dish of artfully arranged fruits, some of which I can’t even identify, and holds it up to my mouth, not letting go until my lips wrap around both it and the tips of his fingers.
I pray my cheeks don’t turn as red as the fruit.
Next, Bron gives me a bite of his cheesecake. Some of it ends up on my lips, and he watches closely when I use my tongue to collect it.
By the time Rafe feeds me a spoonful of the creamy chocolate concoction he’s eating, I’m nearly ready to combust, and I don’t dare glance at Bliss, because I can only imagine what she’s thinking.
Right after lunch, Conal suggests we go shopping, and I get an earful from Bliss as soon as she and I are alone in the dressing room of the clothing store.
HAZEL
For me, clothes shopping means going to a big discount department store with coupons in hand, maybe a small shop at the mall, or an online deal. Sometimes thrifting, if I’m in the right mood.
Shopping with the Black Pythons is something else entirely. We take a limo to a building only a few blocks away that’s so shiny in the sun, I have to shield my eyes. Several security guys surround the group of us as we walk in, and I feel more conspicuous than I ever have in my life.
Many of the other shoppers don’t take notice, but several gape, and as we approach a group of younger people, things get hectic. Women scream the men’s names, shove their phones out to take pictures and videos, and when they try to get too close, the security team keeps them at bay.
Last night, we were partying in very private and exclusive spaces—as far as I recall—so we didn’t experience much of this. The attention from strangers comes as no surprise, but it’s odd, nonetheless. It must get tiring for the men, but they don’t seem bothered.
Conal leads us to a store where we have to be admitted past an actual velvet rope, and inside, instead of racks full of clothing for us to sift through, individual items are displayed on shelves and hangers as if each of them demands a specific amount of personal space, free from visual clutter.
I would never walk into a place like this by myself, assuming I’d even be allowed in, and I’m at a loss for how to shop here. Everything looks far too expensive to even touch, much less buy.
Luckily, the men seem right at home, and as their security team stays near the entrance ensuring we have privacy, the Curran brothers, especially Conal and Rafe, who seem more interested in clothes than Bron, select things for both me and Bliss to try on.
Something else that comes as no surprise: they have good taste. Rafe picks out a couple of black and dark neutral items, while Conal chooses clothes that are brighter or patterned.
A very serious looking sales associate collects the clothing and escorts us to the fitting area, offering us water, wine, or champagne on the way.
Bliss has been enjoying the luxury lifestyle today, but the clothing store appears to be making her feel as out of place as it is me. “I can’t afford any of this, but I guess I’ll try things on,” she says as we’re about to separate into individual stalls.
“I can’t either, of course.”
“I’d expect your new husband will be buying your clothes,” she says. “According to interviews, they come from humble roots, so hopefully they remember what it’s like to have limited funds.”
Humble roots? I search my memory to see if I know anything about their family, but I come up blank. Will I be meeting their parents, and what will they think about our spur-of-the-moment nuptials?
Before I have a chance to ask Bliss what she knows about the Curran family, she says, “Are you sure you haven’t had sex with them yet? Because those looks they were giving you at lunch—my god. If someone looked at me like that, I’d be in their lap before you could count to one.”
It’s the opening I needed, and now that we’re alone, I can confide about something that’s been worrying me.
“I’m kind of nervous, Bliss. As far as I know, I haven’t told Conal I’m a virgin, and though I’m ready not to be a virgin, I doubt I can handle three men.”
She gets a faraway look in her eyes. “Oh, what a problem to have.”
“I mean … I don’t even know if I can handle one man.” The python under the sheets comes to mind again, and my pussy clenches. “What if they don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t have any experience? They’re probably used to women who know all kinds of ways to please them.”