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)
The sight of him rivals the distant mountains and even the sun overhead. I realize it’s going to be absolute torture spending the week with him. I can only hope that the other two won’t be equally tempting. Otherwise, I’m bound to make a fool of myself sooner or later.
He catches me staring and smiles. My heart skips a beat. It’s that slow, knowing smile men wear when they realize a woman is interested.
I clear my throat. “So, when did Bryan tell you?”
“About two weeks ago,” Kellan says, thankfully looking away. “He invited all of us out for drinks and bought the first round. He’s a class act, your brother.”
He glances toward the mountains, giving me his rugged profile. His jaw is so sharply cut I can picture him in the wilderness, axe biting into fresh timber—or flipping a giant tractor tire, sweat sliding over those bulging muscles. Get your mind out of the gutter, Kay.
“It’s so like him to pull this whole trip together so the proposal will be unforgettable,” I say. “That’s Bry for you—every milestone deserves a party.”
“I think that’s the idea,” Kellan agrees. “I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Bryan didn’t tell me how beautiful you’ve become.”
I stay perfectly still, but the flute in my hand trembles, threatening to slosh champagne into the crystal-clear water. I force myself to set it down carefully before drawing a deep breath. Things are escalating way too fast for my comfort. The effect Kellan has on me is downright alarming. This moment feels like a dream come true, but I’m not sure I’m ready to live it yet.
I scoot onto the rim of the tub, stealing a precious foot of space. When I glance back at Kellan—submerged to his neck—I don’t see a single fabric line between his chest and his thighs. It’s difficult to tell beneath the gently rolling waves of the jacuzzi, but I think he’s naked.
“Are you…” I begin, not sure how to respectfully accuse him of being nude.
Didn’t Bryan mention he’d be sharing a suite with me? And does my brother care that his best friend thinks clothing is optional in front of his sister?
“Am I what?” he asks.
“Are you naked?” I blurt.
“Yes,” he says with a laugh. “Is that a problem?”
I cough, startled by his shameless directness. “Why are you naked?”
“It feels better,” he says. My gaze is riveted to the spot. I can’t see everything, but the outline is clear as day. “You should try it.”
I glance down at my sporty two-piece, suddenly feeling overdressed. There’s no way I’m stripping down to join him in the hot tub. I’m hanging on to my dignity by a thread, and I know it would take next to nothing for me to throw myself at him. That’s how drawn I am to this man—now more than ever.
“I’m going to…” I look around, desperately searching for an excuse. Nothing even remotely smart comes to mind, just jumbled syllables. I might as well shut up.
“What are you drinking?” he asks.
“Champagne and orange juice,” I answer, grateful for safe territory. “A mimosa.”
“Mind pouring me one? That sounds great,” he says.
“Sure.” I hop to my feet, eager for something—anything—to do.
I wrap a towel around myself and hurry into the kitchen to fetch a glass for Kellan. I need distance before my reckless thoughts spill straight out of my mouth.
This trip is supposed to be about Bryan and Callie, and me drooling over one of the Anderson triplets can only end badly. I need to get my focus back—stat.
4
KELLAN
Makayla is a breathtaking surprise. I certainly didn’t expect her to be so beautiful. Sure, she’d been a sweet, awkward kid, but I never imagined she’d grow into this stunning woman.
Back then she’d been adorable, bragging she could smoke us at Grand Theft Auto.
I want to punch Bryan for keeping her under wraps this long, but I remind myself they drifted apart after Makayla left for college. Life happened, and here we are—here I am—stunned by the smoke show who’s still very much my friend’s little sister.
“Feels like I’m begging for trouble,” I say under my breath.
I watch through the porch window as Makayla stretches for a wineglass in the overhead cabinet, her lush ass arching invitingly. God, I want to slide my palms along those generous curves. I can tell she’s drawn to me, although she’s doing her best to hide it.
It wouldn’t exactly be a crime to indulge.
Just as I cup myself beneath the water, trying to coax my cock back to something like calm, I catch movement across the room. Makayla turns, her full breasts swaying softly beneath her bikini top. I narrow my eyes, praying it’s not Bryan—I might have some explaining to do.
“Hey!” Makayla says. Her voice slips through the narrow gap in the sliding door, colored by equal parts surprise and pleasure.