Page 42 of Beautiful Envy

“How are you feeling about the plan today?” Grayson asked, smoothing my hair back. He kissed me softly, his arms wrapped around me.

I’d learned that after he disposed of the condom, he was a cuddle whore. He would hold me for a while and then take care of me after in the shower, pampering me with soft and delicate touches. It was his way of balancing some of the hardness he tended to show during sex.

Brooks crawled back into bed, pulling the blanket over the three of us. I hadn’t noticed he’d gotten up to take care of things. Reaching out for him, I pulled his arm toward me and linked our fingers together. Touching them both like this was everything.

There wasn’t anything between them, despite my begging. They were just comfortable enough to share a woman together without it being sexual with one another.

“Sunflower?” Grayson asked, smiling against my cheek.

“Oh, right. Plan. Yes. Ready,” I said, sentences not forming just yet.

They both chuckled, the sounds vibrating through my naked body.

“You’re so cute when you’re dick drunk,” Grayson whispered, kissing me again. The man was affectionate in all ways.

“Hmm, yeah.” I nodded, not disagreeing.

Brooks' alarm sounded, so he reached over to turn it off. They were working today in hopes it would force Bubba to surrender to me easier. I wasn’t sure who was more at their wit’s end, them or me.

“If he doesn’t succumb today, what do we do?” I asked, some doubt entering my mind as we headed to the shower.

“Do you honestly think someone can resist you, Darcie?” Brooks asked, lifting his eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah.” I rolled my eyes. Boys were so dumb sometimes. “I’m confident in who I am, but I’m also aware that not everyone is attracted to everyone. I can’t force him.”

“He wants you. He’s just stubborn,” Grayson added, stepping under the spray.

I trusted them since they knew Bubba better and hoped they were right. No matter how confident you were, a flat-out rejection stung.

Thirty minutes later, I was dressed in a tight pair of jeans with rips on the front, a thin tank top with sequin lips over my breasts, and a leather jacket that Grayson had bought me. Combined with some new boots, I looked every bit the biker chic. Now it was time to see if it worked on Bubba.

Walking into the kitchen, I spotted Bubba at the bar, leaning across it as he drank his coffee. At the sound of my entrance, he glanced up, his eyes going wide before he sprayed the gulp of coffee he drank.

Grayson’s hands landed on my shoulder as he bent down to whisper in my ear. “Oh yeah, it’s working, Sunflower.”

Smiling with a renewed sense of purpose, I swayed my hips more as I grabbed a plate and placed some food on it. Bubba grumbled as he cleaned up the mess, bringing a smile to my lips.

“Something wrong, Waylon?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes. He froze, turning back to me, his eyes raking over me.

“Nope,” he grunted, shifting his body opposite me as he finished cleaning.

“Hmph,” Grayson hummed, laughing to himself. Brooks snickered into his coffee cup, enjoying the show.

Smiling, I leaned forward, my cleavage on display as I took a bite. Letting out a breathy moan, I continued to eat my food like it was the best thing ever prepared. Bubba’s hands tightened on the counter's edge, his knuckles turning white.

“If you want to go, we need to leave now,” he barked, then turned and rushed out of the kitchen.

The guys chuckled, waving me off so I could follow him before he decided to leave me. Stepping outside, Bubba was already in the truck with the engine running. Opening the door, I heaved myself into the massive cab, missing having one of the guys do it for me. Apparently, I’d grown accustomed to being lifted into this thing.

“Your truck’s too big,” I grumbled as I pulled myself up.

“No, you’re just too short,” he grunted, his eyes shifting to me. I lay panting across the seat, my feet dangling from the side. I had to be showing a good amount of boob in this position. It was unintentional, but I’d take it.

Growling back at him, I heaved myself the rest of the way, sitting back against the seat.

Bubba didn’t say anything, but his ears were red, and he had a smirk on his face.

The drive was quiet, and with each conversation I started, he either ignored or shut me down with a one-word answer. When we pulled into a parking lot, I was ready to get out of the truck and away from the infuriating man.

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