Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Designed for the users to explore all their senses, the room had a fridge full of food that could be used during sex play, like whipped cream and strawberries. The freezer section had items like ice cubes and popsicles. Other food items were also stocked that stimulated the senses like bananas, Pop Rocks, and flavored syrups.
Whoever had added Pop Rocks to the list was a genius. He might have to toss some in his mouth and suck Nolan’s cock or Hope’s nipples while they crackled and popped.
If she was willing, they’d strap Hope down to the massage table and drive her out of her mind by using feathers, hot wax, an electro whip, and maybe even a vampire glove.
To start.
While Hope might not be ready for double penetration yet, her mouth could be used for something more than licking chocolate syrup off either man.
If it was up to him, he’d skip dinner completely, but a growling stomach wasn’t sexy. Food was fuel and they’d need to keep their energy up for their two-hour sexcapades.
Cam tipped his head back enough to end the kiss. “You keep kissing me like that and dinner will be delayed.”
“I’m sure Hope won’t—”
A knock on the door had their heads twisting toward the front of the cabin and their eyes meeting in confusion.
“Did you lock the door?”
Cam shook his head. “No.”
They normally left the door unlocked and Hope walked in whenever she arrived. They were past the point of formality, especially since she now stayed over the nights before her early morning yoga classes on the ranch. They occasionally went over to her place on other nights.
They had fallen into an easy rhythm. Sharing meals, beds, and orgasms.
They spent a lot of time together, learning each other’s hopes, dreams and secrets as well as exploring new territory when it came to sex.
Of course, they had a lot of it.
Luckily, Hope had no issue when it came to the men having sex without her. In fact, she actually encouraged it, whether she was there watching or not.
“Maybe it’s one of the guys needing something,” Nolan suggested.
Cam’s eyes flicked to the portable radio he kept in the cabin, or on him when he wasn’t at home, so he could be easily reached by anyone on his team.
Another rap at the door had them separating and Cam taking long strides through the small cabin with Nolan trailing more slowly.
When Cam opened the door, his head jerked back. Standing on his tiny porch was someone he had not expected.
Laurel.
His heart leapt into his throat as he stared at his daughter.
Both he and Nolan were bare-chested and barefooted. While Laurel knew Nolan was coming to work for her father, she did not know they were sharing a cabin.
Or a bed.
Shit.
Cam swallowed his pounding heart back down as he stepped back and gave her space to step over the threshold.
“Hi, honey. It’s good to see you.” He did his best to sound convincing.
“Dad,” she greeted and paused next to him to rise up on her toes to kiss his cheek. When she was flat on her feet again, she directed a smile toward Nolan. “Nolan, it’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”
“It has. Look at you, all grown up.”
Laurel flipped a hand in his direction. “Look at you. Nice chest.” She lifted an eyebrow.
Grimacing, Nolan turned to Cam and mumbled, “Let me go grab a shirt.” He rushed back into the bedroom and, of course, shut the door for privacy.
Damn it.
Laurel’s head tipped to the side as her gaze sliced from the closed bedroom door to Cam. “You seem to be missing yours also.”
Cam scratched his ear. “We were getting ready for dinner.”
Laurel’s gaze landed on the couch. “I thought Nolan was only staying with you temporarily.”
“He is. It’s only been a…month.” Or so.
“I thought it was only for a few nights, not weeks. But…you’re sharing your bedroom? I thought your couch was a sleeper sofa.”
Cam’s nostrils flared as he pulled in a breath, then puffed out his cheeks to delay his answer.
Laurel’s dark brown eyes drilled into him and suspicion laced her next words. “What’s going on here, Dad?”
It was past time to let his daughter know the truth. He’d hidden it long enough. She was either going to accept him being bisexual or she wouldn’t. And if she wouldn’t, he needed to know this now rather than later when Nolan and he were in it even deeper.
However, he and his ex raised a well-rounded, intelligent woman. As far as he knew, she had no issues with the LGBTQ+ community. However, her dad having a relationship with another man might hit a little too close to home.
He hoped he was worrying for nothing. “Nolan is more than my number two guy, Laurel. He’s my number one.”
She shook her head. “I know he’s your assistant head of security, but does that mean he’s taking over your spot?”