Page 20 of Summer With The Wilds

“I bet you could handle my big one. I’ll take it nice and slow for you baby,” Gray jokes, biting his lip with a chuckle. “You’ll love the big one.”

Shaking my head, I laugh at his sensual playfulness. My laugh comes out far breathier than I had anticipated, making Gray’s eyes darken with lust. My panties disintegrate at the look he’s giving me, I just want to grab him and have my way with him right here, right now. Without thought, I step closer to Grayson, completely ready to tear his clothes off in the middle of the street. The sparkle in his eyes tells me he feels exactly the same way.

“Hey kids!”

My father’s voice washes over us like a bucket of ice water, promptly breaking the lust spell that we both seemed to be under. We step back from each other, my face turning as red as a tomato thinking about what I almost did with Grayson on a sidewalk in front of my dad. Grayson takes over, seeing how embarrassed I look at being caught with lusty eyes.

“Hey, Mr. Carter!” He holds his hand out for a polite shake, earning a chuckle and firm handshake from my dad.

“Call me Reg, Grayson. We’ve known each other long enough,” Dad says with a deep chuckle. “Actually, you should just skip Reg and go straight to calling me Dad with those looks you two were sharing.”

“Dad!” I shout, my face cringing in embarrassment. “We were just getting ice cream, right?” I mumble to Gray, giving him a look that begs him to take my hint and walk away with me.

“I love ice cream! Lead the way.” Dad gestures to the parlour in front of us, winking at me with mirth. “Future son-in-law.”

Oh. My. God. Kill me now. This is not happening, this has to be a messed up dream. First, my dad comes up and majorly cock-blocks me, which, in hindsight is a good thing because public nudity is illegal, but still. Second, he makes things super awkward with his damn jokes about said cock-blocking. Third, I don’t know yet but it’s coming, mark my words!

Grayson’s face holds only amusement as he opens the door for my father and I to walk through. My dad is on a date with me and Grayson, this is my worst teenage nightmare come to life. To make matters worse Dad seems to be enjoying his joke way too much. He grabs Gray’s hand when we approach the counter, asking him to buy him a big cone with a flutter of his lashes.

My father just fluttered his eyelashes at my date! What the actual hell is going on right now?

I can’t help the bubble of awkward laughter that bursts from my lips. The scene in front of me is just too ridiculous to watch with a straight face. Grayson is next to crack with a loud guffaw making me laugh even harder. By the time my dad’s deep laughter joins us there are tears falling down my cheeks and I’m wheezing from laughing so hard. Gray isn’t doing much better, leaning forward clutching his stomach from the laughter. Even the poor shop employee behind the counter is having a good chuckle at our display. Only my dad, folks.

“Enjoy the rest of your date, guys. I’ll catch you back at the house, Bray,” Dad says with a final chuckle. “And Gray? You and your brothers take good care of my baby girl. Any of you break her heart again and I’ll kill ya.”

“What?!” My eyes go super wide in alarm. Instead of responding my Dad just winks at me and walks out of the ice cream parlour like his last sentence didn’t just come out of left field. “Did he just say that?”

Gray just looks at me with a shrug before turning to study the ice cream with a smirk. We both order our ice cream and sit on the patio, eating and talking until the sunsets. Our date ended up being a touch unconventional with my dad interrupting us and crashing it for a while. Still, it was pretty perfect in the end. We walk for a while, taking in the quiet town after dark. Talking about nothing, laughing about everything, and just prolonging the night so we don’t have to say goodbye.

When we make it back to the car, Grayson leans in to kiss my cheek sweetly before helping me get into the truck. The look he gives me is one of pure adoration, making my knees weak with the influx of emotions it brings. I never, in a million years, would have thought that one of the Wilds would look at me like that. Not only has Grayson looked at me like that, but so has Archer and all of them, except Tuck, have vocalized their interest in me. Nobody pinch me, I’m staying in this dream as long as I can.

I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine from my previous night with Archer and now my date with Grayson. If I could bottle this feeling of happiness, I would give it to everyone just so they could feel euphoria whenever they needed it. These guys have me feeling lighter and more amazing than I have ever felt. Dating all five of them? I may just die from happiness if that happens.

Wait… Maybe just four of them.

I haven’t actually heard from Tucker if he’s interested in pursuing this or not. The others have all made their attraction and willingness to date me apparent, Tuck hasn’t. He showed up here unannounced, sure. He looked me up and down like I was a snack he wanted to eat, absolutely. He also walked out like I was the least interesting thing he had ever seen. That doesn’t exactly scream be mine, let me share you with my brothers, you know? I mean, he was the one who seemed like he took the pact or whatever to avoid me the easiest. He brushed me off four years ago, that probably hasn’t changed now.

I’m not going to lie, it hurts a little bit. I have four guys vying for my attention and willing to share me, yet I’m still upset about not getting the fifth Wild as well. How horrible does that make me? Most people date one person and I’m whining about not getting five. Damn it, I need to pull myself together. Being in a polyandrous relationship isn’t normal, especially aBrother Husbandsituation like this one. Tuck does not have to be involved in this. As much as it kills me to think that, I need to just be happy with what I have.

My phone beeps as I lay on my bed moving between feelings of euphoria and confusion. Grabbing it, I open my texts to see a message from Mason on my screen. My face lights up as I read it, a squeal coming out of my mouth when I see it’s him asking me out on a date. Texting back a quickI’d love towith a smiley emoji, I flip over on my bed and scream excitedly into my pillow.

My crazy dreams about being with all the Wilds are coming true. This is crazy, insane, completely ridiculous, andeverythingI’ve ever wanted. I’m jumping in with my eyes wide open and my heart on my sleeve. If I’m doing something as crazy as dating four guys,hopefully five, then I may as well go all out with it. My heart hurts with the amount of love and happiness I have coursing through me. This is what’s going to make my life worth living.

Chapter Eleven

Brayleigh

Dates. Dates. And more dates. So many freaking dates!

After Mason asked me out on a date my phone went off the wall with incoming text messages. I have so many dates coming up that I don’t know when I’ll have time for anything else. We even made a group chat, with a reluctant Tucker in it, where we planned a group hang out as Tuck insisted it be called. We’re going to a bar, the same one Archer and I danced at, to have some drinks and see how it all feels in a group setting. Tucker is fully fighting this and I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t hurt because it does. I don’t want him to feel obligated to be a part of this though, his brothers on the other hand seem to be pushing it.

I have a date with Mason tonight that I should start getting ready for soon. I just feel like I need to reach out to Tucker and let him know that I don’t need him involved. That sounds wrong… It’s not that I don’t need him involved, it’s more that I don’t need him to feel obligated to be involved. He shouldn’t feel pressured into this weird relationship dynamic that the other Wilds and I are trying. It’s not going to be for everyone and I have no doubt that we’re going to get a lot of gossip and judgement for it. If he doesn’t want this, that’s okay.

Holding my phone, I pace back and forth trying to figure out exactly what I’m going to say to him. I don’t want to push him away if there’s even the slightest chance, but I can’t have him feeling like he needs to be involved. If I phrase it as a question it might not come off as aggressive. It could also seem like I’m also trying to push him into this relationship too. Gah! Why is this so damn hard?! Just call him and go off of how he sounds. That’s my plan, just go with it. I hit call before I chicken out, bringing my phone to my ear.

“Hello,” Tucker answers, his voice raspy like I woke him up.

“Hey Tuck! It’s Brayleigh,” I say with way too much excitement in my voice. Tone it down, woman!

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