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And Wells adds, “And we like to cuddle.”
The last part makes me smile. The idea of them with their limbs all entangled, sleeping, nude…it makes me feel flushed.
I’d like to be directly in the middle, please and thank you.
Brooks releases my hand, then grabs my waist, turning me to look at him as the others make their way to that big-ass bed.
“You’re gonna follow my lead,” he whispers. “You’ll do what I do. So watch how I…”
“Okay,” I rush out, cutting him off.
To say I’m eager is an understatement. I’m so excited that there’s a part of me that wishes I could text the group chat right now. Because somebody needs to know this is going down.
It feels epic in a way that I think warriors must’ve felt when they ran out into battle. I want to yell, “For Scotland,” like I’m William Wallace inBraveheart.
Brooks takes my hand again before we close the distance to Wells and Brody.
“First things first,” Wells says, reaching for the belt of my trench. “You should take off your coat and stay awhile.”
I grin, then immediately frown.
Suddenly, the underwear set I thought was sufficient feels ugly as hell. Embarrassing even. There’s nothing sexy about it. And this is a very sexy situation.
Shit.
“Or…” I toss out. “It could be hot to leave it on.” Telling by the looks on their faces, nobody agrees. So I pivot. “Okay, look…what’s underneath is all I had. I was coming to a women’s retreat. I didn’t need cute panties. And now—”
Wells presses his hand over my mouth, shutting me up. I stare back, surprised by the move.
“We literally don’t give a shit,” he grits out with a smirk.
Brody chuckles. “Baby, we like pussy…not panties.”
I lick my lips behind Wells’ hand, making him hum a moan. But I honestly didn’t think before I did it.
His hand drops, but before I can focus on him, Brooks leans in.
“Eyes over here, Stunner. Just focus and follow my lead.”
Okay. Yep. I got this. Stop overthinking.
After a breath, I do as I’m told and look at Brooks. He winks, then turns his attention to the fucking god standing in front of him.
Brody’s boring into him. They’re staring at each other so intensely that I can’t help but watch. I also can’t help but be slightly oblivious to the fact that Wells is untying the belt of my trench.
Brooks’ tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip slowly before he leans in closer to Brody. I can feel the tickle of my breath drift out. Their mouths hover, like it’s a standoff over who caves first.
Damn.
My back arches as Wells tugs each button of my coat, opening it slowly.
I’ve always found watching people kiss to be one of the most erotic experiences out there. I love it so much I think it’s kind of a kink for me.
It’s so sexy, the way two people connect and meld in endless passion.
But this moment beats them all. I have goose bumps down my arms watching them tease each other, standing so close that I’m sure Brody can feel Brooks’ breath.
But neither of them moves. Until Brody lifts Brooks’ shirt off.
