Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Brookes hums in agreement, his big hand cupping my hip possessively. “She’s tougher than she looks. Brave little thing.” He nuzzles closer, voice dropping to a teasing drawl. “And fuck, look at you now… all flushed and marked up. Prettiest damn sight I’ve seen in years. You’re beautiful when you let go, Janey. Real beautiful. Makes me wanna keep you right here and never let the sun finish rising.”
Mason chuckles softly, the sound rumbling under my cheek. “He’s right. You’re a goddamn vision, sweetheart. Messy hair, freckles on those pink cheeks, lips all swollen from sucking me so good. Strong and soft at the same time. Not many women could handle what we did and still look at us with those honey eyes.”
I feel my face heat all over again, but the words settle warm and golden in my chest.
Brookes gives my hip a gentle squeeze. “Rest now, darlin’. You earned it. We’ve got you.”
One wild night.
It’s what I wanted. But right now, held between them, it doesn’t feel like nearly enough.
It feels like the beginning of something I wish I didn’t have to walk away from.
Chapter 4
Janey
I barely make it through the door before laughing. It bubbles out of me so fast, I don’t have time to cover my mouth and smother it.
My body is sore and used, but so pleasure-saturated I feel like I’m walking through warm water.
The Fletcher brothers’ truck splutters to life outside, and tires crunch over the dirt as they pull out of the ranch. This won’t be the last time I see them, but it feels like the end. I’m already trying to avoid thinking about how awkward it will be when we come together over another function. A wedding, maybe. A christening. Another birthday. We’re connected by friends and family in a way that makes our continued association inevitable, and I guess we’re going to have to find a way to handle it like the adults we are.
I close the door a little too carefully, leaning back against it for a second, letting out a slow breath.
Well.
That happened.
My fingers lift to my lips without thinking, pressing lightly, searching for the echo of their kisses. Heat follows the thought immediately, low and unwelcome now they’re no longer around to satiate it.
“Janey?”
I jerk slightly, dropping my hand as Joelle’s voice floats down the hall.
“In here,” I call, aiming for normal and missing by a mile.
She appears a second later, barefoot, with her hair loose around her shoulders, wearing one of Wade’s or Caleb’s shirts. It swamps her almost to the knees. Her eyes land on me and narrow slightly.
“Oh,” she says.
That’s it.
Just oh.
I cross my arms instinctively. “What?”
She takes a step closer, studying my face like she’s reading a message written there in big, obvious letters.
Just had the filthiest sex ever recorded on planet earth in your barn.
“You look…” she tilts her head, considering “…different.”
“Different how?”
Her mouth curves. “Flushed. Slightly dazed.”
I feel the heat climb my neck again, fast and unstoppable. “I slept.”
“Mm-hmm. Your chin looks like it’s been sanded and you have straw in your hair.”
There is no point pretending with Joelle. There never has been. Especially when the evidence is right in front of her face.
I exhale, dragging a hand through my hair, finding more than one strand of hay. “Okay, fine.”
Her eyebrows lift immediately. “Fine?”
“I might have…” I hesitate, then push through it. “Stayed in the barn.”
“In the barn?”
“Yes.”
“With?” she asks, already knowing the answer.
I give her a look.
Her smile widens slowly. “Both of them?”
I press my lips together.
That’s apparently all the confirmation she needs.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, equal parts delighted and stunned. “Janey.”
“I know.”
“You—” she stops, laughs softly, then tries again. “You never do things like this.”
“I’m aware.”
She steps closer, lowering her voice even though we’re alone. “So… was it—”
“Yes.” I grin broadly, memories cascading through me. “Yes. It absolutely was.”
Joelle’s eyes light up. “That good?”
“It was…” I search for words that don’t sound ridiculous. “Different.”
“Different? That doesn’t sound complimentary. Different how?”
I shake my head, laughing quietly under my breath. “I don’t even know how to explain it.”
“That won’t stop me from asking.”
I glance away, then back at her, lowering my voice without meaning to.
“It wasn’t only physical,” I admit. “It was the way they—” I stop, trying to find the right words. “The way they were both there. At the same time. Like I didn’t have to choose where to look or how to react. I just…” I trail off, exhaling softly. “They made me feel it.”
Joelle watches me carefully now, her expression shifting from playful to thoughtful.
“Yeah,” she says. “I get that.”
I swallow, nodding once.
“And you’re okay?” she asks after a second. “No regrets this morning?”
That should be an easy question.
It isn’t.
I think about the way Mason looked at me. The way Brookes watched. The way my body still feels like it hasn’t fully settled back into itself. It’s going to take more than a couple of hours to heal the wreckage they’ve left behind.