Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I honestly was floored, never having considered love would be in the equation, would be included in… in whatever it was we shared. I wouldn’t deny I wanted them, and more than just for sex. As incredible as that was, it was just as wonderful knowing they’d be seated around the table in the mornings and we’d gather again at night. That they were working hard to provide a life for all of us. That, to the one, they’d sacrifice their lives for their sister.
I’d seen that love in person, watched their eyes light up when she laughed, seen the relief as they allowed another tiny piece of the pain caused by their parents’ death to slip away, to be replaced by a smile, a touch, a glance. But love? It wasn’t right to love three men… and there was no way I could ever pick just one.
Displaying far more wisdom than any of us had given her credit for, Kit, stood, saying, “Don’t ever let anyone stop you from loving, Goldie. Life is too short not to love when we are given the chance. It doesn’t matter if it is one man or three. Your heart is big enough for all of them.” Bending, she placed a kiss on my cheek. “They are waiting. All you have to do is let them in.”
I remained seated for several minutes after Kit had left the parlor. With the sound of the door opening and boots clomping across the wooden floor, I knew I needed some time alone before facing any of the brothers. Fleeing upstairs, I ducked into the bathroom. I could feel the tension releasing from me as I took off my clothes while water filled the tub. I absolutely loved the wonderful antique claw-footed bathtub. Sinking down, I closed my eyes, allowing the shoulder-deep water to soothe my body as I thought of how my life had changed since I began living with the Barrett Brothers. Would I ever really stop worrying, stop questioning what being theirs—all of theirs—truly would look like?
I felt a draft before I heard the wooden floorboards creak. I opened my eyes to see Jay moving to kneel down behind me. “Are you hiding from us?”
I think these men could read my mind.
His eyes weren’t stern but were full of tenderness and almost happiness to see me after his long day. I was so used to pure dominance from Jay that I wasn’t sure how to exactly process the emotions inside of me. Of all the brothers, Jay was the most severe and scary. A man I didn’t want to cross, but I also didn’t want to anger for other reasons. Reasons being that there was a part of me that actually craved his discipline. I wanted punishment from this man, and it confused me, so I often tried to avoid the issue all together.
Banks had stated all the brothers wanted me, and yet Jay was the one I’d not yet been with. Not in an intimate—non discipline—way. He’d kissed me on my cheek, like the other brothers, as he left the cabin, and we’d exchanged looks that made my stomach flip, but he’d yet to have sex with me.
He was the disciplinarian. He stated so, and I had no reason to believe he’d be anything else.
He was a man who exuded such power, such strength, and now… he was simply kneeling beside me with a warm smile on his face.
“It’s just been a long day,” I said softly.
“I have a confession. I didn’t expect you to be as hard of a worker as you are,” he said.
His hand dipped beneath the surface of my bath to ease me back, the move stirring the bubbles.
“Don’t tell anyone, but I might actually like it,” I said as I gasped when his finger made contact with my pussy and he pressed it past my folds.
“We took you against your will,” he said as he thrust his finger inside of me.
I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and nodded.
“You could have fought us every step of the way,” he continued as his finger began pumping in and out of me.
“And suffer the consequences,” I replied as my breath hitched as his finger hooked inside of me.
“Maybe you’d like the consequences.”
I opened my eyes and locked with the darkness of his. “Maybe.”
Adding a second finger, he continued on with finger fucking. My breasts bobbed above the water as my body swished in the tub causing the waves to crest the edge of the tub.
“But maybe I’d prefer the reward,” I added.
Jay pulled his fingers free from me and lifted me out of the tub so quickly that I didn’t even realize what was truly happening until the coolness of the room made contact with my wet skin. He then laid me on my back on the bathmat, spreading my legs wide.