Page 28 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
Riley nodded. "Bro." As if the exchange made any sort of sense at all.
"They must get drunk easily," Brooks remarked.
I swallowed down a laugh. "Maybe you guys can speak in English. Try a full sentence or two."
"Connor wants to hire a manager to run the pub," Riley said, looking excited. "I'm guessing Brooks needs a job."
His words were followed by silence as everyone wrapped their heads around that suggestion.
"You want me to run a pub?" Brooks looked disbelieving.
"Why not?" It was me who answered. "You're smart. You know how to handle people. The pub is indoors. Well, most of it. Why couldn't you manage it? If you're planning to stay in town, that is?"
"I hate to say it, but Riley is right," Connor said. "If my dad agrees and you want the job, I can stick around until you're trained. You'll be working for my father, and for me, butyou'd have a lot of leeway. And Riley and I could focus on our business."
Brooks shook his head, looking bewildered. "I mean, I guess I could give it a try. It's gotta be better than law."
"You don't even have to wear a suit," Riley said.
"But you could, if you wanted to," I said, half-teasing. People in town would think it was an interesting look, but I doubted it would catch on.
"Fuck that," Brooks said with a snort. "I'll throw all my suits on the fire. I'll keep a few ties though. They might come in useful." He looked over at me meaningfully.
"If I wasn't hard already," Riley said half under his breath.
Connor hummed his agreement.
"Is this where someone suggests we let dinner go down before we have dessert?" I asked. My stepfather would have insisted on waiting between courses. Because only crass people hurried through meals or some shit. Me, I was just there to eat.
"I don't see why we should wait," Riley said. He threw back the rest of his wine and stood, grabbing up bowls and taking them to the kitchen.
Connor and Brooks stood to either side of me and offered me a hand.
I looked from one to the other before accepting both of them and letting them guide me out from behind the table. Without a word, they took me into my bedroom and started to peel off my clothes. Riley hurried in to join, throwing my discarded garments into a pile to the side of the room.
"Is this what you've been watching?" Connor asked Brooks. He trailed the tip of one finger from my lips, down my collarbone and over the curve of my breast. "Watching without touching?"
"Yeah," Brooks said breathlessly. "So fucking perfect."
"So fucking ours," Riley added in a whisper.
"Such a good girl, letting us look at you like this." Connor traced a lazy circle around my nipple before sliding his finger back up to my chin. He lifted it and brushed his lips over mine before turning my face toward Riley. Riley kissed me softly and slowly, then leaned back so Connor could turn my face toward Brooks.
"Are you sure about this?" Brooks whispered.
"Very sure," I replied.
He locked his eyes on me. "Good girl." He pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding between my lips to taste the inside of my mouth.
"You're not good, are you Brooks?" Connor asked. "You don't want to be good. You want to fuck your stepsister because you think it's wrong."
"So fucking wrong," Brooks whispered. "I need to taste her."
Between them, they lay me back on the bed. Riley slipped out to grab the last bag. He carried it back into the bedroom, opened it and pulled out a bottle of chocolate sauce. Smiling, he cracked open the lid and started to trickle the cool, sweet sauce over my breasts, down my belly and over the insides of my thighs.
"I might have forgotten to mention, you're dessert." He sat beside me and trickled some of the sauce into my mouth.
I caught a few drops and swallowed. "Mmm, that's good."
