Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Nix’s place was an old—as in serious fixer-upper—bungalow a few blocks off of Main, thankfully not more than a mile from the event planning office. He’d bought it a few years earlier and had been restoring it in his free time. The guest bedroom had no walls at the moment, which worked fine since we had no intention of using it. We’d be with Kit in Nix’s bed.
Nix opened his front door, and I took Kit’s hand, led her to the couch, tugged her into my lap.
“Donovan,” she breathed, trying to wiggle off.
I held her still with my hand at her belly, my fingers slipping beneath the t-shirt and pressing into the silky skin. Everywhere, she was soft, warm. So small, yet a perfect fit. “Kitty Kat, keep moving your ass like that and we won’t be talking.”
It was then she felt my dick pressing against her hip, hard and thick and ready to fuck, and stilled.
I wanted her. I wanted her naked and beneath me. Above me. Between me and Nix. But I wanted answers first. She’d thought we were into each other, and that meant we needed to get some shit straightened out.
Nix grabbed a chair, slid it so it was directly in front of us. Sat. One of his knees bumped her thigh. Penned her in so she couldn’t flee again. “Explain.”
I watched her swallow, look up from her lap to me, then Nix. Besides kissing her earlier, we’d never been this close before. Her eyes were dark, but a chocolate color. Freckles dotted her nose, her cheeks were flushed and her lips… I remembered just what they felt like now. Her hair, usually long and sleek, was a little wild. So were her emotions. Mine, too.
“Before I left, you invited me over to work on the Policemen’s Ball.”
Nix nodded. “I remember. Early December. We were on the committee together.”
“I… I was interested in you.” A blush crept up her cheeks. “A lot. Both of you actually.”
Hearing her say that had my dick throb. “Kitty Kat,” I growled.
“That’s why I volunteered, a reason to be with you. We’d met before for coffee and stuff to plan, but you invited me over… here.” She pushed an errant strand of hair that had escaped her messy ponytail away from her face, her elbow bumping my chest. “God, I was a mess. So nervous. I was going to tell you how I felt, that I was crazy because I was interested in both of you. I mean, two guys. I got here, went to the door and was about to knock, but I saw you guys through the window.”
She tipped her head toward the window to the right of the front door.
Nix frowned. “What did you see?”
She glanced up at me through those dark lashes. A hint of pain. Embarrassment. “You came out of Nix’s bedroom in just a towel.”
I thought back. Nix had called me, told me Kit was coming over. That it was the night to tell her how we felt. To hope she felt the same way. But she never came, and we never saw her again. Until now.
“I remember that,” I replied. “I helped someone with a flat tire on the way over. The weather had warmed up so the snow had melted some. It was sloppy. By the time I was done, I was muddy and wet. I got dirt and grease all over myself and my clothes. I took a shower to get cleaned up.”
“My guest bathroom was gutted then in the remodel,” Nix added. “He used the master.”
“But I saw you,” she said to me. “You said something to Nix. I couldn’t hear obviously since the windows were closed, but you were both smiling. Then you… you—”
“I what?” I asked, watching her blush furiously.
“You were hard. Even from the porch, I couldn’t miss it beneath the towel.”
I grinned. “I’m big, Kitty Kat.”
She rolled her eyes and smiled a little.
“I was hard for you. To finally tell you how I felt.”
“How we felt,” Nix clarified.
I sighed. “I’m sure we were talking about how we were going to get you naked and in bed. Which one of us was going to eat your pussy first.” Shifting my hips, I prodded her with my dick. “See? Just talking about it makes me even harder.”
“But then… then you went into the bedroom together,” she added. “What was I supposed to think?”
“That I pulled a pair of gym shorts and t-shirt from my clean laundry pile for him?” Nix asked.
I could see her mind starting to work, to doubt what she’d believed. “Besides that, there was the table.”
“Table?” Nix wondered.
She looked to him, pointed toward the dining room table. “Wine. Fancy plates. Like a date.”
“Exactly. Three place settings,” I said on an exhale, having set the table myself before I got in the shower.