Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Niall moved toward the back of the house. “It’s good to know I have a little time.”
“He loves that club, you know.” Jensen hated the fact that he might get his friend kicked out of the only place he’d felt at home in for years. “Although I have to wonder if he’ll have friends there now.”
Harlow’s hands went to her hips. “Am I supposed to go around telling everyone it’s okay for him to stalk me for months?”
“He wasn’t stalking you. He was watching after you.” Jensen sighed. “Although I’m sure you don’t see it that way. If your best friend asked you to watch after someone she loved, would you do it?”
She seemed to deflate slightly. “I suppose I would. I probably wouldn’t try to date him though.”
“I can’t blame him. Well, I did, but having genuinely thought about it, I can’t. You’re quite easy to love,” he said.
“No, I’m not.” She got a V over her eyes, a vexed expression. “I’m difficult. I’m complex and irritable.”
“And you’re going to get a spanking because you might be those things, but there’s nothing wrong with them. Niall makes up for all of it. He’s simple and easy going and rarely causes trouble,” Jensen pointed out.
“I can cause trouble,” Niall argued as he returned with his kit and a big quilt he’d washed earlier in the day. He settled it across the lounger. “I can also be difficult when I want to be. There, princess, take off your clothes and sit down and we can talk if you like. Or we can start to work on that pretty asshole of yours.”
“Excuse me? I did not say I wanted to do that,” she replied, though her hands went to the hem of the dress and she pulled it over her head, showing off the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“But you do.” Of that he was certain. Harlow wanted them both. The question was what she would do with them after she got what she wanted. “And that means we need to prepare you. Do you think I don’t remember talking about your fantasies?”
She carefully folded her dress. “I remember, but I also told you I wasn’t looking for a long-term ménage.”
“Because you’ve seen how hard it is?” Niall asked even as he was opening his kit and laying out what they would need. “It’s hard on your mom?”
Her lips kicked up slightly. “My mom is happy, and my dad wouldn’t be able to have a relationship that Papa wasn’t involved in because they’re weird twins who pretty much need each other to function. I mean Dad does. Papa would be far less adventurous. He would have taken whatever came his way. My dad made him wait for the right woman, so I suppose I’m glad they’re a threesome. Not suppose.” She growled a little. “I love my parents. I love them all and they work. I think maybe my assertion that I would never be involved in a permanent ménage is a strange form of rebellion. Do you know how hard it is to rebel against an artist and two dudes who share a woman?”
Thank the universe they had that out of the way. If he couldn’t get her to even agree it was a possibility, he didn’t see how they could move forward. “I’m sure it was difficult on you.”
She cocked a hip, so comfortable in that gorgeous skin of hers. “I have a rebellious soul, and when I told my mom I wanted to dye my hair at thirteen, she found some non-permanent dye and did it herself. She went to concerts with me. I got a long talking to when I got caught with alcohol at a dance, but it was all about how much they loved me and understood how tempting it was and how it could lead me to make bad decisions. No one yelled at me. Until…” She grimaced. “Shit. Until I decided to work as a PI, and not with my dads. Damn. Am I low key looking for that rebellion I didn’t get when I was a teen? Oh, that makes me sad. I kind of wish I didn’t know as much about psychology as I do because now I feel pathetic.”
He needed her to not feel pathetic. “You want some discipline, baby. I think you should lean over and hold on to the arm of that chair. Niall, do you have anything to torture this gorgeous sub with? I think she needs a little something this evening.”
She leaned over and gripped the arm of the chair, her back flat and ass in a perfect position to spank. “I’m only doing this because you’re right. I do need something. I hate self-reflection. It’s awful. Now I have to be nice to my dad.”