Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
When we get to our room, Charlie collapses on the king-size bed, her limbs sprawled out on the white bedspread like she’s making a snow angel. The city lights filter through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bed. Her eyes are half-lidded, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she looks up at Will and me, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the bedsheets.
“Best night ever,” she mumbles, her voice heavy with exhaustion but still tinged with that excited high. “I don’t want it to end. Take your clothes off. Both of you.”
I exchange a glance with Will, and he shakes his head in amusement. We were anticipating this.
“How are we dating the horniest girl in the world?” he says.
“Right?” Chuckling, I sit beside her and brush strands of hair away from her flushed face. “Tonight was fun, but you’re done for now. You’re benched.”
She props herself up on her elbows. “But I’m not tired!” she protests. “And I want you. I want Will. You guys are being so unfair.”
As tempting as it is—so goddamn tempting—we made her a promise. She isn’t in the right state of mind.
“Charlotte.” I use her full name to show her I mean business. “As hot as you look tonight, we’re not going to take advantage of you. We said no sex, and we meant it. That’s a line we’re not willing to cross.”
Her pout is fucking adorable, but neither of us is backing down.
Grumbling in disappointment, she flops backward. She looks so good in that dress, I have to wrestle my gaze off her.
I need a cold shower, stat.
Sunlight filters through the open curtains of the hotel room, shining over the mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes. Charlie is still asleep, her face peaceful and relaxed as she lies between Will and me. I watch her for a moment, my mind replaying the events of last night. Charlie dancing with reckless abandon. Her eyes lighting up every time she looked at us. Falling asleep with her sandwiched between us.
Our girl stirs, her eyelids fluttering open as she looks up at me with a drowsy smile. “Morning.” Her voice is still thick with sleep.
“Morning,” I answer, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
She glances at Will, who’s on his side with his back to us. She reaches out to stroke the sleek sinew between his shoulder blades. He grunts in response, and her smile widens.
“I need to shower,” she says. “And then we should probably head out after that. My parents will freak if I’m not there in time for New Year’s Eve lunch. It’s a tradition.”
“No problem,” Will says, finally waking up fully. He stretches, then plants a peck on Charlie’s shoulder. “How do you feel? The high should be gone, right?”
“All gone.” She sighs. “It was good while it lasted.”
“Does that mean you’ll be doing molly every weekend?” he teases.
“God, no. This was a one-time thing. I liked it too much to do it again.”
I snort.
“I’m serious,” she insists. “Anything that good should never become a habit.”
I can’t help but relate that warning to our own situation, because I’m addicted to our sex life. Every single time is better than the last. Whether it’s Charlie and me alone or the three of us together, I can’t get enough.
I check my phone while Charlie’s in the shower, rolling my eyes at my father’s latest series of text messages. I get that he’s super bummed about turning down that job offer last week, but he’s being very melodramatic about the whole thing. He keeps sending me memes of sad puppies.
I’m just texting him back to tell him to chill the fuck out already when Charlie emerges from the bathroom with a tiny towel wrapped around her damp body. Her lower body. The towel is so small it doesn’t even cover her tits.
Jaw dropping, my phone slips out of my hand and onto the bed. “I’m pretty sure that’s the towel you’re supposed to use for your hair,” I manage to say through the lust coating my throat.
“Oh, is it?” Her eyes are innocent.
Will licks his lips, equally affected by her very blatant teasing. “I thought you had to leave ASAP.”
She glances between us, one eyebrow arched. “My family will survive if I’m an hour late.”
“Get on the bed,” I growl.
She breaks out in a smile.
A moment later, her body is stretched out on the mattress like a delicious offering. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so beautiful like this, wild and completely at our mercy.
To Will, I say, “Get on your knees in front of her.”
He smiles too, sinking down at the foot of the bed. “You’re in luck, babe,” he says to Charlie as he pulls her naked body closer to the edge. “Bossy Beck is making a rare appearance this morning.”