Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
It was fucking exhausting to even contemplate, and the probability of it happening at all was so slim, it might as well be impossible.
All they had was right now.
Theo smoothed Meg’s hair back and then ran his hand over Galen’s jaw. “You two are beautiful.”
“We’re not always going to be the three of us together,” Galen murmured in her ear. “Does it bother you that Theo and I will fuck without you sometimes?”
She shivered. “No, of course not. I might be bummed out I didn’t get to watch, but I don’t expect to be in the middle of it every time.”
“That’s how we feel about you, princess.” Theo smiled. “Never apologize for one-on-one with either of us. We might give you shit for it, but it’s in good fun.”
She finally relaxed against them. “I don’t know the rules of this sort of thing. It’s entirely new territory for me.”
Galen stroked his hand over her hip, liking the way she fit between them. “Only one rule—open communication. You want something, you tell us. You don’t want something, you tell us. And we’ll do the same for you.”
Meg let out a slow breath. “I’ll try.”
It was better than he hoped to get.
Theo reached over them both and snagged the book Meg had dropped. He examined the cover—a shirtless man in a kilt wielding a sword and looking particularly intense. “Interesting.” He turned to the back and raised his eyebrows. “How filthy is this book, princess?”
“Very.” She said it so primly, Galen chuckled.
He kissed the back of her neck. “Are you harboring fantasies about Fabio in a kilt? Should we buy Theo a wig so we can play out this particular scenario?”
She elbowed him. “One—Fabio might have been cool back in the day, but he’s a crazy right-wing asshole now so we’ll never speak his name again. Two—if anyone is going to play Viking, it should be you in the kilt.”
“She’s right.” Theo opened the book and flipped a few pages. “I’ll be the doting husband and you’ll be the pillaging Viking she wants but can’t admit it aloud.”
The scenario skittered too closely to where Galen’s thoughts had gone just a few moments before. He wasn’t the third in this scenario. If anyone could claim the position, it would be Meg, but the lines had blurred until they ceased to exist, and he preferred it that way. The thought of Meg with Theo’s wedding band around her finger left him with a tangled mess of emotions in his chest that he didn’t know how to deal with. “That’s not what she wants, Theo.”
Meg snorted. “Please, do tell me what I want instead of asking me.”
“I don’t need to ask you, baby.” He kissed her neck again, just because she was close and he liked the taste of her on his tongue. “I know what you want. You want both Theo and I to play Viking to your village girl. You’ll run. We’ll chase you. How long do you think you can evade us before we catch you and take our reward out on your pretty pussy… and your mouth… and your tight little ass?”
She shivered and pressed her ass more firmly against him. “Okay, fine. That sounds like a lot of fun and I would one hundred percent be down for it.”
“Thought so.” Galen reached around her and ran his hand down Theo’s chest. “Now, baby, you’ve been selfish. Theo is hard and ready to fuck. Should we let him choose who he gets to take his frustration out on? Or should we choose for him?”
“You.” Meg didn’t hesitate. “I want to watch him take it out on you.”
That’s my girl.
11
Despite the early start to the day, they left the house a full hour later than Theo had planned. Fucking Galen had led all three of them to the shower and it was hardly anyone’s fault that they’d gotten distracted all over again. And then they had to hold off until Meg could file the paperwork for her deferment, which had taken yet more time.
Meg seemed to have shelved her fury at them both for the moment, but Theo had no illusions—it would arrive again. She clung too tightly to her plan for her not to resent them if they held her back for too long.
The sooner they got this fucked up situation resolved, the better for all involved.
As soon as you are reinstated, the whole thing ends.
He pushed the thought away. He spent enough time borrowing trouble without adding more to the balance. They had right now, and right now would have to be enough. Once things untangled, he and Galen would go back to Thalania and Meg would resume her life in New York with the major difference of financial status. He hadn’t told her that he’d made a deposit to her personal account, because she’d just yell at him all over again. Money wouldn’t give her back the time she’d lost or eliminate the memory of the fear she’d experienced because of Dorian’s men, but it would give her a freedom he suspected she’d never had before. She could hate him for that gift if she wanted, but she’d damn well keep it.