Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I rifle through my paperwork, finding my business folder with all the insurance details, stuffing the ball of anxiety lower in my chest. The folder fits in the suitcase, and I zip it up before realizing I’ve forgotten my makeup and bathroom items. By the time I’m finished, I’m hot and dry in the mouth. Before I can lift the suitcase off the bed, Evan is at the door.
“Let me get that.” His eyes scan over my bedroom, fixing on my wrought iron bed. I wasn’t expecting visitors, and the set of handcuffs that I use when I indulge in my private fantasies are still hanging from the metal. Trust him to notice. The grin on his face is the widest it’s ever been.
“You like handcuffs?”
I nod, as a blush spreads across my cheeks like wildfire. I turn and start to tidy my bedroom, wanting to leave it neat, and needing distraction. As I’m pulling the comforter to remove the wrinkles, I feel Evan’s hand on my hip.
“There’s no need for you to be embarrassed in front of me,” he says. His finger grazes my cheek and jaw, his eyes drifting languidly over my face and lower. “You’ve seen the room we made for you. You’ve seen what we like.”
I turn to gaze up at him, my mouth going dry as I meet his whiskey eyes. “It’s not something I’ve ever been open about before.”
Evan’s eyes darken like Roberts, becoming liquid and intense.
“We’re perfect for each other.” His voice turns gravely and low and is filled with intent. His lids lower, and he licks his lips. There’s a hungriness about him that makes me shiver. Would he fuck the same as his brother? Would his hands feel the same on my flesh? Would his cock stretch me as perfectly and find the sweet spot that makes my legs tremble?
It feels wrong to feel attracted to him when I’ve been intimate with his brother, but they’re so alike that my boundaries feel muddled. At one time, the Bjorn brothers were all one. Now they’re divided into three and the wonder of it is overwhelming.
Robert said they want to share me, but could I ever feel right dividing myself that way? If I kiss Evan, will it feel good, or will it feel like a betrayal? And Hunter…well, Evan’s suggesting I’ll fall for him, too, if I take time to get past his brutish exterior. How would that feel?
Sharing is an abstract term. It could mean so many things. Would each night be allocated to a single person, or would they expect something more open and carnal? Do these three bear-men want to watch each other fuck me? Do they want to restrain me and torture me with pleasure at the same time? Robert, exerting control over me was perfect. Add his two brothers and it could become overwhelming.
I should ask, but how?
“Perfect,” I murmur. “Perfectly weird.”
Evan tips my chin up, forcing me to look him right in the eyes. “One day, you’ll accept yourself for the way you are. You won’t look at the things you like as wrong and shameful. You’ll embrace all the wonderful facets of yourself with pride.”
“Like Robert does?”
Evan grimaces. “We’ve been waiting for you for a long time, and it has taken its toll on each of us in different ways. Robert has self-doubt. Hunter is impatient.”
“And you?”
Evan blinks. “I guess I just make light of everything to offset my brothers’ angst.”
He’s remarkably self-aware. What’s my flaw? Keeping people at arm’s length? Distrusting? Not being open to truly sharing myself?
Rosie’s choice for my spirit animal pops into my head. It doesn’t fit with any of those traits, and I realize suddenly that I’ve twisted and coiled myself into becoming something different so I can make it through. I’ve become tough because my parents spent so much time trying to change me. I’ve become rigid in my approach to letting others into my life for fear of disappointment. Even my fascination with locks feels strange when viewed through this lens. I crave the loss of control when the lock has turned because only when I’m released do I feel truly free.
How messed up is that?
Evan talks like my arrival into their lives will finally free them. Is that what it’ll be like for me? I can’t imagine how being shackled to three men I haven’t chosen would do that, but then I remember how it felt to be cradled in Robert’s arms last night. The freedom in surrendering to his concept of my destiny. The rightness of our connection. I study Evan, discovering all the tiny traits that make him different from his brother. The way his cheeks dimple, the softer curl of his mahogany hair, the shorter trim of his beard. His eyes are different too, like they sparkle from within.