Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I didn’t!” exploded from Dayne. “Don’t listen to her. She’s only jealous she’s not getting laid.”
Dani’s expression twisted. “How do you know?”
“We all live in the same house.”
“Who says I can only have sex in the house? Why would I want to bring anyone home and risk them meeting you two boneheads?”
“Are you banging someone?” Dayne asked.
Dani rolled her hazel eyes. “Like I would tell you.”
Dylan leaned back in his office chair and sighed. “Good. I don’t need to hear whether our baby sister is or isn’t having sex.” His gaze landed back on Dayne. “Why are you broken?”
Dayne’s eyes flicked from Dylan to Dani and back to Dylan. Did he really want to reveal what he was about to reveal with his sister in the same room?
Would it matter? She’d probably find out eventually, anyway. It was difficult to hide anything from his siblings when they all lived in the same residence.
For now, anyway. Once Ford finished building their house along the back of the three-hundred acres, his brother, Ford, and Erin would be moving out of the farmhouse.
Dayne shook his thoughts free when Dylan shouted his name.
“I’m not sure if you noticed that I’ve been alone at the breakfast table for the last couple of weeks.”
Dylan glanced at Dani for a second before turning his attention back to Dayne. “Hard to miss.”
“So, it is an STD?” Dani fought the amusement on her face but failed. “Is it chlamydia?”
“Jesus, Danica! No.”
Her eyes bugged out. “Herpes?”
“No! It’s not a damn STD. This is why I didn’t want you in here.”
“What is it, then?” Dylan asked.
“A couple of weeks ago, I only had sex with the same two people for a whole week.”
Dani gasped dramatically and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Nooooo! That’s horrific!”
Dayne ignored her.
Dylan’s eyebrows pinched together. “Okay? So what?”
“So what?” Dayne practically shouted. “Have you ever known me to do that?”
Dylan’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling for a few seconds, as if he was searching his memory. When he looked at Dayne again, Dylan simply answered, “Not that I can recall.”
“Right. A whole damn week with the same two people and now I’m broken.”
“I still don’t understand how you’re broken,” Dylan said calmly. Too calmly, like this wasn’t an emergency.
“I’m struggling to be interested in anyone else.”
“Give it time,” his brother suggested.
“Time?” burst from Dayne. “It usually takes me less than twenty-four hours to move on. It’s been…two…damn…weeks. I haven’t had sex since they checked-out and left.”
“Who are they, brother?” Dani asked.
“Their names don’t matter.”
“Apparently, they do to you,” Dylan murmured.
He was right. Heath and Cara mattered to him. “I need your advice on what to do in this scenario.”
“Go have sex with someone else,” Dani suggested with a shrug. “Isn’t that what you’d normally do?”
“Nothing is normal in this situation. I can’t stop thinking about them. I can’t even look at anyone else. I haven’t even been up to Heaven. Not once since then.”
“Okay, you were right. You’re broken,” Dani said. “Just go dig a grave and jump in. Your life as you know it is now over.”
Dayne ignored his sister again and kept his eyes on Dylan. “What do I do?”
“I think you have me—a humble architect—confused with a psychologist. Totally different college degree, dude.”
“I simply need advice from my brother. I’m afraid I’m turning into you.”
Dylan frowned. “What does that mean?”
“You’re locked in a committed relationship and no longer have your sexual freedom.”
“We have sexual freedom.”
“As long as you clear it with your partners first. That’s not freedom. Those are chains.”
Dani sighed loudly. “Oh…my…God…Dayne! You’re an idiot. Dylan must’ve got all the brains when Mom’s egg split in two.”
“And I got all the brawn. In my cock.”
“We already know that’s not true,” Dylan answered dryly.
Dani made a choking sound. “I prefer to think of you two as eunuchs, thank you very much.”
“Okay, so you’re broken,” Dylan continued. “What do you want from me?”
“Advice.”
“About?”
“How to fix it.”
Dylan shook his head. “Fix what?”
“My desire for the same two people and my lack of desire for anyone but those same…two…people!”
Dylan stared across his desk at him with pursed lips. Then he threw his head back and laughed and laughed and fucking laughed some more.
Dayne sighed. “I don’t find it funny.”
Dani tsked. “Poor baby. He’s gone and fallen just like Dylan.”
“I haven’t fallen. It was only one damn week.”
Dani lifted a single eyebrow. “But that week changed everything, didn’t it?”
“No, it—” Dayne scraped his fingers through his hair. “Shit.”
“Maybe you simply clicked with…who are these people?” Dylan asked.
Dani followed up with, “The two you sat together with at dinner every night a couple of weeks ago?”
Should he admit it? “The same.”
“She was very pretty and he was smoking hot. Cara and Heath, right? I thought it was weird you shared dinner with them every night. I figured it had to do with investments or finances, or something, since they didn’t join us for breakfast every morning. Now I know they are just as damaged as you since they voluntarily spent a whole week with you.”