Page 26 of Brooke's Bliss
“There aren’t keys.It’s open.My brothers lose keys, andthey want Paige to be able to get in,” she replied, her gaze going from one tothe other.“How did you find each other?”
Shane’s head shook.“We can talk when we get inside andyou’re naked.If you wanted a historical rundown, you shouldn’t have mentionedmultiple orgasms.”
He opened the door.
“We’re getting a lock if you’re staying here,” Shaneannounced.“Anyone could walk in.”
“There’s no one out here,” she protested.“It’s not like thecity.”
She was naïve.Bay picked her up because he wasn’t going toargue with her.“Like nothing bad ever happens in Bliss.”
He could run down a list of shitty things that happenedhere.Russian mobsters.Serial killers.An odd amount of corporations trying tokill for profit, according to Nell.Feminist aliens who wanted to show men howhard pregnancy was.The list went on and on.
He carried her into the…very small house.
There was a tiny kitchen and a couch and table.There was aset of stairs that led to… He wasn’t sure.
“Where is the bed?”Bay asked.“What is this?”
“It’s a tiny house.”Brooke frowned, and he set her on herfeet.“My brothers said it was for foaling or when they have to stay up latewith the horses, but I think it might be my spinster house.”
“Your brothers think you’re a spinster?”Shane asked.
“What’s a spinster?”Bay was confused.
“It’s an old timey word for a woman of a certain age whoremains unmarried,” Shane replied.“You would know it if you hadn’t fallenasleep during all ofBridgerton.”
Brooke’s expression lit up again.She did seem to love whenthey were weird.“You watchedBridgerton?”
“When we were working at this ranch in New Mexico, the ladywho ran the ranch invited all the hands to watch with her.She was lonely.Shewas young when her husband died, and she was focused on the ranch, so shedidn’t have a lot of friends,” Bay explained.“Shane and I were the only oneswho took her up on it.”
“Dumbasses.She made all these little cakes and sandwiches.It was delicious,” Shane continued.“And you know what?I liked the story.After we moved to a ranch in Texas, I snuck into the owner’s man cave real lateat night to watch season two.”
Asshole.“He blamed his daughter for that.He lost his shitwhen they upset his algorithm and instead of John Wick, his watchnextsbecame a bunch of period dramas and Taylor Swiftconcerts.”
“Well, who do you think I watched it with, brother?”Shanetaunted.
He pointed his brother’s way.“I knew you were fucking her.Liar.”
“If you wanted some, you should have been interested inAnthony and Kate,” Shane shot back.
Brooke got between them, the most amused look on her face.“Thanks.I now know which brother I can role-play with.Shouldn’t one of you beripping my clothes off now?”
Shane pointed his way.“Don’t you dare.That shirt is herdesign from last season, and she’ll be pissed in the morning.”
Brooke’s jaw dropped.“How do you… I don’t care.Welcome tomy spinster home.Please let me do dirty, nasty things before I hit my cronestage.”
He would have to deal with his brother later.Not that therewas anything to really deal with.It wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex on theirown before, though it proved the relationship wasn’t important to Shane becausehe would never have dated on his own.
Brooke was another story.Months of plotting and planning,and here they were.
Longer, when he thought about it since he’d been sketchingher for years.Wondering about her.Longing for what she represented.
She should be a disappointment.She was a little mean andwas probably using them for sex, but it made him more determined than ever tohave her.And since she responded so well to her lover taking charge, thatseemed like a fine plan.
“Take off the shirt,” he commanded.“Take it all off, andthen we’re going to see how you taste.”
A shudder went through her and her hands went to the bottomof her shirt.She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the couch thatlooked like it was Barbie-doll sized.
