Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Open it,” Kellan insists.
I dig into the wrapping, the sound of paper tearing like music to my ears.
It’s a special edition of The World Atlas of Wine, and by the looks of the hardcover alone, it was handmade and painted to order. “Jancis Robinson,” I manage. “This… This is gorgeous. I have a newer reprint, but this… this is something else. There are probably a few hundred of these in circulation.”
“You deserve this and so much more,” Alex says.
I lean over to kiss Kellan first. He gets excited, pressing a hand to the nape of my neck to deepen the kiss. I have an agenda though; I don’t want to get carried away with any one brother at the moment. I move on to Alex, giving him an equally thoughtful kiss, before sharing the joy with Oscar.
After I’m finally done thanking each of them, I pull the bracelet out of its box and loop it around my wrist. “I’m going to wear this, and only this,” I announce, watching their faces light up in response.
Alex reaches forward to help me secure the clasp. I’m ready to slip into the water—if only this knit dress weren’t still clinging to me. I catch the hem and peel the dress over my head, the cool air skimming across my bare skin. The shock is almost too much; goose bumps race across my skin, spurring me toward the heat.
“Last one in is a loser!” I shout, racing for the hot tub as my men laugh.
I’m still wearing my bra and panties, but I don’t mind getting those wet as I wade into the steaming water in relief.
There are three small steps that lead down to the bottom. Each step I take feels like heaven, surrounding my ankles, then my calves, then my thighs in sweet relief. By the time I’m halfway submerged, the chill vanishes. I’m left staring up at my handsome trio on the deck, still laughing at my sudden display of energy.
“Oh, this feels nice,” I moan softly.
“Give us a second,” Kellan says, kicking off his shoes and undoing his belt.
It seems like he’s going to be the first to join me, but then Alex gets into the race. I clap my hands, watching them disrobe in such fury. Before I know it, they’re completely naked and melting into the tub beside me.
By contrast, Oscar takes his sweet time while his eyes never leave me. He undoes each shirt button carefully and then folds the garment neatly onto one of the lounge chairs. “I don’t mind being last, considering you’ve got my brothers to rile you up until I get there.”
“Oh, so, they’re just keeping me hot for you, then?” I reply.
“Not that we mind,” Alex says.
“On the contrary,” Kellan chimes in.
They come at me from both angles, two warm bodies pressing in on me. I reach my hands up to circle Kellan’s neck. He kisses me soundly, capturing my breath as Alex strokes my hips from behind.
These are the kinds of men I crave leading me. With an audible sigh, I relinquish command, letting Alex and Kellan take over. They seem to sense the change in plan, tightening their hold on my body as our eyes meet.
Alex lowers his lips to the nape of my neck. I shiver from excitement instead of from the cold. Kellan’s hands are on my shoulders and Alex’s hands are on my hips. I can feel one solid chest in front of me and another pressing against my spine.
“Every inch of you begs for us, doesn’t it?” Kellan whispers in my ear.
“Can’t you feel me?” I whisper back.
“Oh, I feel you, baby.” Alex unhooks my bra, letting his words pour down the side of my neck.
He slips the wet lace off and tosses it away. I hear a splash and realize that it hasn’t made it successfully to the deck, but I don’t care. I’m too busy burning up.
Oscar wades into the pool. I sense the water shift, but I can’t see him. My eyes are closed and I’ve given myself over to the purest sensations. I’m barely aware of my surroundings when I feel Oscar wrap a hand around my wrist and pull me free of my hot guy sandwich.
“Kellan and Alex didn’t like it when I took you to my bedroom all alone,” Oscar says.
I open my eyes and find a dark, sizzling power burning in his gaze. At times he’s fastidious, but he often gets the last word. In that way, he’s the de facto leader of the group, and understanding that really turns me on.
“I liked it,” I admit, sinking into his embrace with all of my heart.
He pulls me toward the edge of the pool, taking a seat on one of the submerged benches and guiding me down onto his lap. The water washes out of the way, allowing our privates to connect slowly. I spread my legs to accommodate him, straightening my spine until I’m riding him like a bull.