Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
In the afterglow, we snuggle under the covers for a little while longer before the men carry me to the bathroom for cleanup so we can start our day.
The first thing I do when I go downstairs is feed the pets. Right after we moved in together, we rescued a pair of cats from the shelter. Sable is all black, and Domino is black and white. They are wonderful, and we all spoil them, which they take as their absolute due.
Kai oversaw the decor when we moved in, blending all our different styles into an eclectic but harmonious whole. I love wandering through the house and seeing the little groupings he’s put together: one of his sculptures alongside one of Thorn’s posters, a plant from me in a colorful pot, and one of Gage’s early drawings in a handmade frame. We have pillows and throws, area rugs, candles, textile hangings, plants everywhere—so much sensual delight, everywhere you turn. I’ve never felt more at home anywhere, and I love that our home is welcoming to others, too.
My mom has come for a visit; the guest room is located downstairs, far away from the master suite for everyone’s peace of mind. And we’ve had the Sanchezes over for dinner, of course. Things are much better with them now.
We stopped to visit Gage’s family in California on the way back from Bali, and told them they are welcome to visit anytime. I hope they only show up a few at a time, though, or we’ll be bursting at the seams even though it’s a big house.
By the time I finish feeding the cats, Thorn has started making breakfast. He lets us assist when we want to, and he’s happy to take requests, but there’s no question that he rules the kitchen. All of our stomachs agree that this is a very good thing.
Someone’s gotten the coffee going, and also started the kettle for tea. I take my seat at the table with Gage and Kai. The cats wind around our ankles, talking to us, as is their habit.
“What’s your schedule today?” Kai asks me.
“Busy.” Plucking a strawberry from the bowl on the table, I take a bite, savoring the juicy tartness. “I have twelve weddings in May, and then the wedding season really kicks off in June.”
I polish off the strawberry. “Fortunately, Clare’s agreed to hire another person for weddings, or I’d be working twenty-hour days for the next few months. What about you two?”
“First client at eleven,” Gage says. “Phase one of a big fantasy-themed project.”
“Nice.” His and Kai’s tv-show judging stint went well, and the first couple of episodes have already aired, because the network had a gap in its schedule. Which means Inked Beasts, and Kai and Gage in particular, are more in demand than ever. They’re making plans to open another location, and they have to be choosy about which clients they take on, since it’s impossible to accommodate everyone who wants their talent.
“My first client isn’t until this afternoon,” Kai says. He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I know what that means: if I come home for lunch, he and I can have some private sexytimes. I love the moments when we all come together, but being able to give my men individual attention is even more meaningful now that it doesn’t happen that often.
I smile at him. “See you for lunch.”
Thorn slides our plates in front of us then, and things are silent for a few minutes while we eat. Eventually, Kai pushes his empty plate aside and laces his hands over his chest, watching me with a familiar gleam in his eye.
“What?” I say.
“We have a wager for you.”
I almost choke on my bite of food, hastily washing it down with some coffee. “All three of you?”
“Sure.”
I sit back, mirroring his posture but crossing my arms. “Okay, shoot.”
“We can make you the happiest woman alive.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s not a wager. You already have, first of all, and second, all you have to do to keep winning is keep doing what you’re all doing.”
“Okay.” His agreement comes so quickly that I know he anticipated exactly what my response would be. “Then we wager we can give you two thousand orgasms in a month.”
I have to laugh, even as my pussy clenches. “Well, if anyone can do it, it’s you three. But what are the stakes? If you win, you get to give me even more orgasms, and if you lose, you … have to give me more orgasms to make up for it?”
Gage answers, with a mischievous light in his eyes that warns me something’s really at stake. “If we win, you agree to do whatever we want for one night.”
“Excuse me, but don’t I already do that?”
“No,” Thorn says. He’s got his Very Serious Face on, which always makes me want to laugh. “We exclude all sorts of activities that we suspect are outside your comfort zone.”