Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Hayes tosses his napkin on the table. “I’m definitely ready for dessert then.”
Me too, but there’s one more thing. I hold up a hand. “So, we’re doing this…arrangement for the course of the”—I glance around, lowering my voice more—“the marriage?”
“Yes,” Stefan says, as surely as ever. But he shifts to legitimate concern when he adds, “if that works for you.”
“Does it, Ivy?” Hayes asks, checking in too.
The man can learn. And I like it.
“Yes. That works for me.” I’m no expert at group dynamics. I’m a total novice, in fact, but I wrote my top questions in my new notebook today. It’s not in front of me now, but they were pretty damn easy to memorize. “Just a few things though. Little details.”
“Hit us up,” Hayes says.
I swallow, then begin. “How does it work if I want to spend time with one of you when the other’s not around? Like, if I want to sleep with my boyfriend when my husband isn’t around? Or vice versa?”
Judging from their faces—both pairs of eyes are blazing—I’ve asked the right question.
Stefan lifts a finger, a sign that he’ll take this one. “Thanks for asking, but you don’t need to check with me if you want to fuck Hayes. I don’t want to check with him if I want to tie you up, kiss you slowly and sensually all over your delicious body, and make you come hard again and again. We’re not jealous guys.”
I’m a little caught up in the images, in the promises of pleasure. It takes me a few seconds to absorb this new world order.
“You’re really not,” I say, kind of amazed but still curious. “Why not though?”
“Why would I be? I like it when you’re getting all the attention. That’s what turns me on,” Stefan says matter-of-factly.
“Same here,” Hayes puts in. “I like getting you off. I like watching you get off. I like watching him get you off. It works out well for me when you’re coming. A lot.”
My cheeks flush, and I need to get out of here really soon. “About that mascot deal,” I begin, my voice feathery with desire.
“Yes?” Stefan asks.
“Three orgasms, and I’ll give you a hint what it is.”
“Deal,” they say together.
27
A NEW COCKTAIL
Ivy
I have a sex plan for our second night together. Well, after I try not to gawk at Stefan’s palace.
But I fail because…wow.
“It’s good to be the captain,” I say in awe, staring wide-eyed up at the massive ceilings, two stories high. A modern chandelier hangs down, all sleek lines and glass. My gaze swings to the windows on the far side of the massive living room—floor-to-ceiling ones that offer an uninterrupted view of the city, the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance, and the vast bay beyond.
“It’s home enough,” he says, and that enough is doing a lot of the emotional work in that sentence. I want to ask what he means, but Hayes’s hands come down on my waist, and his body presses to my back. I file away that enough for another time.
“Mmm. The way you smell,” Hayes murmurs, then drags his nose along my neck. “Like berries and candy, and I just want to fucking eat you up.”
“Patience,” I murmur as Stefan turns around in the foyer and joins us, lining his big frame against my front. I’m sandwiched by these two teammates and my brain is already frying. But I’m not going to let them lead tonight. I shake off the lust. “There’s something I want to do first. Can I be in charge?”
“What do you think, Stefan?” Hayes asks his friend.
“Sure. Give her fifteen minutes.”
That ought to do the trick.
We don’t bother with the bedroom. In the warm living room that belongs in a Scandinavian design showroom, Stefan busies himself with his phone, hunting for a playlist, while Hayes strips by a massive U-shaped couch, me standing next to him.
When I’m down to my black lace panties, I push Hayes’s briefs off so I can say hello to his cock. My mouth waters at the sight of his ambitious erection, but first things first. “I didn’t get to check out your ink on our wedding night,” I say, sinking down on the couch so I can admire the artwork in person at last, tracing my thumb along the constellation.
Five finely drawn stars curve down his hip. “Did it hurt?” I ask, as I run a finger reverently over the blue ink right below his hip bone.
“No, but my dick will hurt if you don’t give it some attention now.”
I drop to my knees, straighten my back, and gaze up at him, a soft smile on my lips. He might like to give orders, but I know he likes when I talk back too. “Does this work for you?”
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, then runs a hand over my hair. “So fucking much.”