Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“That’s the best part,” Jacob says from behind us, confident and sure. “You don’t have to do anything.”
Jacob moves in then, his footsteps silent as he stands at her other side. His presence is like a force of nature, impossible to ignore, and when he leans in, his voice is low and teasing. “You’re still thinking too hard. Relax, Riley. Let us take care of you.”
Her laugh is soft, breathless. “You guys keep saying that, but it’s kind of overwhelming, you know?”
Hayes leans in, his lips brushing hers with feather-light tenderness, testing. She sighs into the kiss as she starts to relax.
I glance at Jacob, who meets my gaze with a slight nod. This is it—the moment where everything shifts.
Hayes deepens the kiss, his hand sliding to her waist, and I take a step closer, brushing her hair over her shoulder. My lips find the curve of her neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses to her sweet-smelling skin. She shivers, a whimper escaping her lips, and the heat of her flush radiates against my mouth.
Jacob moves in on her other side, his hand brushing over hers, his lips curving into a lazy smile. “See? Not so overwhelming now, is it?”
Her laugh is shaky but genuine. “Still overwhelming… in a good way.”
“That’s the idea,” I murmur against her skin, my hand sliding to her back.
The tension in the room shifts again, softening into something warmer, more intimate. The three of us move in sync, a silent understanding passing between us as we focus on Riley. It’s not about rushing, not about proving anything. It’s about her. And it’s new for all of us.
We guide her to the bed, each touch careful and deliberate. When Hayes lays her down, his movements slow and reverent, the gentleness in his expression echoes in my throat. Jacob takes her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm, his arrogance replaced by tenderness.
I kneel beside Riley, my fingers brushing her cheek as I meet her gaze. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
Her eyes shine, and she bites her lip, her smile soft. “You guys are going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
Jacob laughs, low and warm. “That’s the plan.”
“So, what are you waiting for?”
This girl. I think she’s got it all wrong. Forget us ruining her. Riley’s going to be the one to ruin us.
21
RILEY
What am I doing?
Lying on my back on Hayes’ bed with the Drayton brothers encircling me, I’m momentarily struck dumb. Literally dumb. I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t even think past a loop of ‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.’
Have I lost my ever-loving mind?
Yes. Absolutely.
Did I know deep down I would do this when I was driving over? Absolutely, too. If they offered it, there was no way I’d have the strength or presence of mind to turn them down. Secret fantasies that I’ve wrestled with flood my brain, and I swallow thickly.
I blame my loins—a stupid word, but it’s the only one that fits. I’m so achy, and every time I look at Hayes, Shawn, or Jacob, my predicament only gets worse. It’s like when our eyes connect, my clit awakens from a deep slumber, immediately ready for six hours of aerobics. They’re so freaking hot, it’s a miracle I haven’t self-combusted.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Hayes’ fingers play with the hem of my shirt like he’s toying with the idea of pulling it up, and half of me screams, yes, do it. Fucking rip it off me. And the other half growls, but then they’ll see your body. The body they described as lumpy when you were ten, and they might still think it’s lumpy. They might say it again, and I really would die then. I couldn’t take it a second time.
I remember listening to a woman on TikTok talking about sex and confidence and how most men appreciate a woman who’s enjoying herself and proud of her body, whatever shape or size it is. I can’t imagine Imani or Katerina ever being self-conscious, but what do I know? I think most people have hang-ups about how they look naked the first time they reveal themselves to a partner.
I decide, then and there, that I won’t let any uncertainty cloud this experience. Whatever happens between us after today, I want the Draytons’ lasting memories of tonight to be of a Riley Johnstone, who’s happy in her skin and who confidently seeks pleasure.
I’m not the girl who hides behind her overalls and bangs anymore.
I sit up carefully and tug my shirt over my head. Hayes and Shawn, who are in front of me, widen their eyes at what I’ve revealed. I’m about to unfasten my bra when Jacob takes my hand gently. “We want to undress you, Riley. Don’t rush us.”
“What if I want to undress all of you?”