26. Aubree
TWENTY-SIX
“I can’t believe you did this,” I say in awe as I stare at myself in the floor-length mirror.
When we got out of the shower, where neither guy would do anything other than help me wash my body, I went to my luggage, prepared to grab one of the two dresses I had brought. Instead, I found a large black box with a fancy gold ribbon on top waiting for me on the bed. Inside, I found a crystal floral embellished Oscar de la Renta halter mini dress in my size. I’m not a fashion expert, but even I know that name.
When I pulled the dress out, I stared at it for several seconds, afraid to put it on. But when Brody came over and softly kissed my bare shoulder, telling me that he couldn’t wait to see me in it, I got to work getting ready.
Since we’re in hot and humid Miami, I curled my hair in loose waves and put on light makeup, not wanting it to all drip off my face. I put on the beautiful dress and matching heels and then walked over to the mirror, where I’m standing right now, staring at myself. For the first time in a long time, I like what I see.
Instead of looking like a mourning, exhausted single mom, I’m happy and glowing. Like a woman who’s well rested and isn’t working herself into the ground anymore. Who’s falling in love…
“You deserve the world,” Hayden says, stepping behind me, his warmth radiating between us. He’s dressed in a pair of black slacks and a maroon button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tattoos. One day, I’m going to ask him to tell me what they mean. His hair is gelled in such a way that it looks naturally messy and sexy.
With one hand on the curve of my hip, he dusts my hair to the side and peppers a couple of kisses along my jawline. “And if you let Brody and me, we’d like nothing more than to give it to you.”
My thoughts go back to the letter Pete wrote me, asking—no, demanding—that I find love. I wonder if he would be okay with me being with two men.
As the thought swirls around in my head, Brody appears in the mirror on the other side of me—dressed similarly to Hayden, only his shirt is royal blue. “You look stunning,” he says, leaning down and kissing my cheek.
And as I look at the reflections of the two men who have quickly worked their way into my heart, I know without a doubt Pete would approve because all he ever wanted was for me to be happy and loved, and I have that in spades with these two.
“Good evening, Mr. Fields,” a beautiful raven-haired hostess with bright blue eyes and blood-red luscious lips says when we walk into Harmony, a restaurant that Brody told me his company bought last year and renovated and might be selling—if the price is right.
Since he said he hasn’t been here in several months, it blows my mind that this woman would know who he is, but at the same time, it doesn’t surprise me because he’s beautiful—with his hypnotic hazel eyes and pouty lips—in a way that goes straight to a woman’s libido.
When Brody simply smiles at her and says, “Good evening” back, she takes it as her cue to move the one-sided conversation forward.
“Your table is ready.” With a sensual sway to her hips that would probably draw a gay man’s eyes to her ass, she walks ahead of us, and the confidence I had before we arrived diminishes slightly, wondering why on earth two beautiful, wealthy, young men are with me when they could be with her.
Until a hand slides around my waist, and I glance up to see Hayden’s gaze on me while we follow the hostess to our table. He dips his head to speak close to my ear, his warm breath causing a tremor of desire to ripple through me. “I know we have to eat dinner, but the only thing I want to eat is you.” My legs clench together, and I consider telling them to forget dinner so we can go back to the house.
My features must give away my thoughts because Brody chuckles softly as he pulls out my chair for me and says, “Dinner first, sweetness. Dessert afterward.” He kisses my cheek and then helps me push my chair in before he moves to sit next to me while Hayden sits across from me.
Brody orders us a bottle of wine, and I enjoy it, but I don’t drink too much, not wanting to get drunk. The food is delicious, and after dinner, they shock me by getting into an elevator that takes us up to a nightclub. We’re escorted to a VIP booth that comes with our own server and has a small VIP-only dance floor.
After Brody orders us a round of shots and we down them, Hayden wastes no time taking my hand and leading us onto the dance floor. With the music vibrating against the walls, he pulls me into his arms and sways to the music. His hands slide down my back and land on my ass, squeezing the globes as he tugs me closer to him so our bodies are flush against one another.
Since the music is loud, we don’t speak, but as our gazes and bodies meet, words don’t need to be said for us to communicate. His eyes, filled with molten lust and desire, sear into mine. His fingers dig into my flesh. And then his mouth descends on mine, our lips fusing and our tongues dancing as sensually as we are.
I’m lost in everything that is Hayden, so I don’t realize that Brody has joined us until his arms band around my waist, his fingers splaying across my front. His front presses against my back, and when he moves my hair to the side and trails fiery kisses down my spine, I moan into Hayden’s mouth.
“I’m ready to go back,” I murmur against Hayden’s lips. “Please,” I breathe, needing them more than I need my next breath.
“I’m not sure you’re ready yet,” Hayden says. He licks the seam of my lips as Brody sucks on my earlobe, and I clench my legs together, worried I’m so turned on that I’m going to combust right here on the dance floor.
“Trust me, I am,” I groan. “I’m more than ready.” Hell, I’m so ready, I’m afraid the wetness between my legs will drip down the insides of my thighs.
Hayden smirks, then looks over my shoulder at Brody and nods. I can’t see Brody’s response, but he chuckles softly against my ear and whispers, “You sure you don’t want to dance some more?”
Tilting my head to the side, I glance up at him. “I want to leave now.”
His response is to grasp my chin and slant his mouth over mine. He kisses me for several seconds, exploring my mouth with his tongue before he breaks the kiss and murmurs, “Let’s go.”
The drive back to Brody’s house feels like it takes forever. Nobody says a word, the only sound coming from the music playing on the radio. But even without anyone speaking, the clear sexual tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife.
When we arrive at the house, Brody takes my hand in his and guides me up to the bedroom with Hayden following. I gasp when we step into the room and see it’s been transformed from a standard master bedroom to a romantic getaway, complete with rose petals scattered along all the surfaces. Electric candles don the dresser and nightstands, and when I walk over to the basket on the bed, I find several items, including oils and lubricants.
“How did you do all this?” I ask, taken aback that they would go through all this trouble to make tonight memorable. From the dinner to the dancing, and now this…
“We know people,” Brody says with a sexy wink.
Hayden takes the basket and sets it on the nightstand while Brody brings me over to the bed, gently motioning for me to sit.
Every time I imagined having sex with one of them, it made me nervous, especially when I thought about having to choose. Right now, I’m so turned on that all I want is for one of them to be inside me. Actually, no, I want them both inside me. I have no idea how this will work, but I trust them when they say they’ll handle it. And it’s with that thought that I know I’m ready to take things to the next level.
“I trust you,” I say out loud, needing them to know how I feel. Both guys stop in their tracks, and then twin smiles spread across their handsome faces.
“Good,” Hayden says, “because you’ll need to trust us for what we have planned.”
“I do,” I say firmly with a nod to accentuate my words.
Brody bends in front of me and takes my heeled foot in his hands while Hayden walks over to the corner of the room.
A few seconds later, soft music fills the silence as Brody removes my heel and then kisses the instep of my foot. A bolt of electricity races up my body and straight to my center. He removes my other heel and kisses that instep as well. Kissing my foot shouldn’t turn me on like it does, but holy hell, I can’t help it. Every time one of them touches me in any way, my body reacts.
“Stand,” Hayden gently demands. When I do, he turns me slightly and unzips the back of my dress. The material pools at my feet, leaving me in only the cream-colored floral matching bra and panty set that leaves little to the imagination.
“Jesus,” Hayden breathes from behind me. “Tell us you bought this for us.”
“I did,” I admit softly. After we started taking things to the next level, Lacey and I went shopping, and I bought some cute matching sets. It’s been years since anyone has seen my undergarments—since I’ve cared about anyone seeing them—and I wanted to make sure I had some that would make me feel sexy.
“You look gorgeous… perfect,” Brody says, standing. He dips his head and kisses the swell of one breast, then the other. “Lie on the bed,” he murmurs, looking at me with fire in his eyes.
With my heart thumping so heavily in my chest, it feels as though my entire body is pulsating. I sit on the bed and then inch backward until I’m in the center with my head on the feather-soft pillows.
Hayden takes something from the basket and walks over to the side of the bed. “Remember how you said you didn’t want to choose?” I nod. “We’re taking the choice out of your hands.” He shows me a black velvety-looking eye mask, and my eyes go wide.
They’re going to blindfold me. Holy shit! I should probably be concerned, but I meant what I said—I trust them.
“If there’s anything you don’t like, you have to tell us,” Brody says, kneeling on the bed and crawling over to me. “Our priority is to make sure you feel good. If you don’t enjoy something, you have to speak up.”
I nod, then open my mouth, quickly closing it when I change my mind about what I wanted to ask.
Brody notices immediately. “Bree, I just said you have to speak up. What were you going to say?”
I take in a deep breath to build up my courage, then release it. “I… I want to be with both of you…in every way…but…” I swallow thickly, suddenly shy and a bit embarrassed about what I’m about to admit. “I’ve never had anal sex before.”
“Because it never happened or because you didn’t want to?” Hayden asks.
“It never came up. I don’t know if he wanted it or thought about it, but he never mentioned it, and neither did I.” Pete’s and my sex life was good, but we weren’t really what you’d call adventurous. “I want to be with both of you in that way, but I just wanted you to know I’ve never done it before, and I read that it could hurt.” I flinch, remembering the articles I read. Some said how good it could be, while others mentioned the pain.
“Your pleasure comes first,” Brody says, cupping the side of my face. “We will never do anything with the intention of hurting you. Your trust means everything to us. If something hurts, you have to tell us. We won’t know unless you say something. And as far as anal goes, when it’s done correctly, it can feel good. I know this personally.”
“You liked it?” I ask curiously. They mentioned experimenting together, but Brody said it made him realize he wasn’t interested in being with a man like that.
“It felt good,” he admits, glancing over at Hayden and smiling. “But it also felt like something was missing. Could I be with a guy again? Yeah. But it’s not what I crave. I crave you. Your womanly curves…” He runs his fingers across my breasts and down my torso. “This sweet pussy…” His hand finds its way under the material, and he slides a finger between my lips. “I could go without dick for the rest of my life and not give a shit, but I need this pussy. I need you.”
“What if you could have both?” I ask, unsure where the hell that came from.
Brody tilts his head to the side, so I continue. “What if you could have Hayden and me? Would you want both of us?”
“Where is this coming from?” Brody asks, his lips turning down slightly.
I feel my chest and neck and face heat, and it must be visible because Brody quirks a brow. “Umm… well…” I glance at Hayden, then back to Brody. “After you mentioned being with Hayden, I might’ve looked up gay porn.”
Brody’s brows shoot up to his forehead. “And?”
“And it was kind of hot.”
Hayden snorts out a laugh.
“Did you imagine Hayden fucking me?” Brody asks, a sexy smirk quirking at the corner of his lips.
“Maybe…”
“Maybe?” he taunts.
“Okay, yes.” I sigh. “I did.”
“How turned on did you get?” Hayden asks, tweaking my nipple through the material. I glance down and see my nipples are hard, poking through my thin bra.
“Enough that I got myself off…twice,” I admit sheepishly. “I know you said you could live without being with a man, but what if you could have both? Would you want it?”
“That all depends on Hayden,” Brody says, glancing at his friend. “Hayden’s one-hundred-percent hetero, and like I said, if I never had dick again, I’d be completely okay with that.”
“It’s something I wouldn’t be opposed to doing again,” Hayden says with a shrug. “I’m always down for experimenting in the bedroom, especially if it turns you on enough to make you get yourself off twice.” He waggles his brows at me playfully, and my face grows warmer.
“But tonight,” Brody says, “is about you. We have all the time in the world to experiment. Right now, our focus is on being with you.”
“And that’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Hayden adds, lifting the blindfold up to my eyes and securing the elastic behind my head. The lights immediately go out, and I’m drowned in the darkness.
“You ready?” Brody asks.
“For what?” I breathe.
“For us to make you feel good.”