Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Most likely.
As much as he hated the fact that Erin married Hart when Dylan bolted after graduation, maybe it was for the best. Their sex life might’ve remained stunted and even slowly soured their relationship.
However, there was no point in what-ifs. They needed to move forward whether he joined the couple or not. Because it was becoming clear, if he wanted Erin, Ford was part of the package.
It also made him wonder about something else…
Ford had sex with Erin. Dylan had sex with Ford. Would Erin fuck Dylan without Ford around? Would this threesome be fluid? Or if he agreed, would they only have sex when it involved all of them at the same time?
He could test that theory. If Erin was willing.
He tucked a thumb under her chin, lifting her face to stare deep into her brown eyes, and lightly brushed his knuckles down her soft, heated cheeks. “Basically, you’re saying I can’t have you for myself and have to share you with Ford?”
He followed the path of her tongue when she licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Every time?”
“I…” Her throat rolled when she swallowed. “I guess it depends. That would be something we’d need to discuss.”
“A discussion like that indicates it wouldn’t only be a one-time thing.”
“Yes,” she answered with a lot more confidence than he expected.
With the blood now rushing to his cock, his growing erection got jammed in an awkward position in his jeans. “We never had sex, Erin. Not once.”
“Depends on what you consider sex,” she countered.
Of course, they fooled around plenty as teenagers but that wasn’t what he was talking about. “You know what I mean… We never fucked because we decided to wait.”
As difficult as that had been. Especially since she’d been against the idea and was constantly tempting him to take it further. That was when he learned how strong his willpower could be.
He continued, “I would like to change that. Since you and Ford have an open relationship, he shouldn’t mind, right?”
Her eyebrows pinched together. “What are you saying?”
“You have sex with Ford. I had sex with Ford. You and I haven’t had sex together yet. Think of it like a job interview. Otherwise, how do you know I can satisfy you? Maybe I can’t and you’ll rethink asking me to join you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Just be straight about what you want, Dylan. You don’t need to make up crap to sleep with me.”
He had no problem being direct, if that was what she preferred. “One, this has nothing to do with sleeping. Two, what I said was true. But if you want it straight…” He leaned in until they were practically nose-to-nose. “I want to fuck you. Not in the future. Today.”
Her breathing hitched and goosebumps appeared out of nowhere to cover her tanned, normally smooth skin.
“Looks like you want that, too.” He drove his fingers into the long dark hair near her ear.
“Without Ford?” whispered over his lips.
“Without Ford,” he whispered back.
He closed the tiny gap between them to claim her mouth. With a groan, she clutched his T-shirt and welcomed the kiss. He took the opportunity to explore every inch of her mouth, reminding him of how good she tasted.
When they were dating, they kissed a lot. In the beginning they were inexperienced, so it was awkward, but they perfected it over time. Their first kiss the other week was also a bit awkward, and today?
Perfection all over again.
Almost as if they picked up where they left off seventeen years ago. The chemistry between them was as palpable now as it had been then.
He no longer wanted to take this further. He needed to. He needed to fuck her with an urgency he’d never felt before. Even as a horny teenager.
Barely pulling back enough to break their kiss, he murmured, “I take it that’s a yes?”
“What do you think?”
His eyes flicked down to the pounding pulse in her neck. “I never want to assume.”
“Is there somewhere close by where we can go?”
His house was only across the parking lot. Even so, that seemed too far away. He wanted her now. Plus, if they headed over to his residence, they risked being spotted by nosy people. Not guests, but his siblings.
He really didn’t want to hand them a reason to ride his ass.
Giving her a smile, he grabbed her hand and led her away from Checkers’ stall and into the nearby tack room, the only place inside the barn with a locking door.
She walked to the center of the room and glanced around. “Here?”
“There’s a lot of equipment in here.” None of it really meant for sex but it could easily be used for that.
“For riding—”
“Yes.” He surveyed the tack room and keyed in on a couple of interesting items.
Grabbing a nearby riding crop, he slapped the wider, flat leather end against his palm. The sting and any resulting welts could easily be controlled by the power put behind the strike. Next, he slapped it harder against his denim-covered thigh, the sharp sound of the impact, along with the action gave her a sneak peek of what was to come.