Deep in her mind, she knew she should fight a little more and not give in, but Dylan and Max were not like any other man she’d been with. Not that she’d been with a lot of men. The few times she’d been with them was the most sex she’d experienced in years.
Her previous relationship had broken down long before it had actually ended. Her ex’s parting words to her were asking her what she expected. She was never good enough to give him what he wanted. She’d been a failure as a girlfriend and he’d been getting his needs met elsewhere the whole time.
Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she focused on Dylan, on how amazing he felt. The way his hands only drove her higher toward release.
Max and Dylan took care of her needs as much as their own. There was no waiting around to achieve orgasm. They were the better men, and she was terrified of how easy it was for her to fall for them.
****
Dylan ran fingers through his hair as he looked at Max the following day.
“We need a costume,” he said.
Max looked up from his morning paper with a brow raised.
His best friend had come to the kitchen last night as he’d been taking Raine. Their night had quickly moved to the bedroom where he and Max took it in turns making love and fucking their woman.
Raine was so responsive.
“A costume?” Max asked, breaking into Dylan’s memories.
“Yes, a costume. Raine was talking about this morning for Halloween, handing out candy and stuff.”
“Lake’s going to be at a friend’s,” Max said.
“So?”
“Why are we giving out candy when Lake’s not going to be here? Isn’t there some kind of rule against it?”
Dylan couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously, you think the only households to give out candy are those with kids?”
“Duh,” Max said.
This made Dylan smile. His friend was using the word duh. This was progress. “And how do young children figure out what house to go to? Did you only ever visit houses with kids you knew lived there?”
Max opened and closed this mouth.
“We’re on candy duty with Raine. She has asked for us to dress up for it to be more fun.”
“I don’t dress up,” Max said.
“Oh, come on. Lake showed me that damn photograph album. You’ve been holding out on me,” Dylan said.
“I haven’t dressed up since I was a kid.”
“And you think I have?” Dylan asked. “This is what Raine has asked us to do.”
“I don’t do everything Raine tells me to do.”
Dylan sighed. “You’re going to be a pain in my ass, aren’t you?”
“I’m not going to be a pain in anything. I’m not getting into a costume.”
They were saved from arguing some more by Max’s cell phone ringing. “I’ve got to take this.”
He didn’t linger at the table, and Dylan wasn’t one to mess around.
Going into the kitchen, he wrote a note for Raine, letting her know he was on costume duty before heading out to his waiting car.
He didn’t want to go it alone, but Raine had told him she was helping out at the school today. Lake had put her name down to help decorate the school, and considering what an amazing job she’d done on the house, he couldn’t blame Lake for putting her nanny forward.
Dylan stopped as he thought about that.
Raine was their nanny. They employed her. Max had told him Raine had signed her contract the other day when she stopped by the office and talked to him. Putting his foot to the gas, he pulled out of the driveway and joined the main traffic, heading toward the city.
She didn’t feel like an employee to him or Max.
His best friend was a giant pain in the ass when it came to life and experiencing things.
Running his fingers through his hair, he came to a stop outside a costume shop. The window showcased some of the horror movie characters he had no interest in ever seeing. He was not a horror lover at all. In fact, growing up, he’d never dressed up, not for any kind of Halloween, unlike Max.
He found one of the few available parking spaces and climbed out. Buttoning up his jacket, he entered the building. There were already several people inside, looking around. He wasn’t going as any kind of movie person.
At the suits, he merely shook his head. He wore suits pretty much every single day of his life.
Perusing the shelves, he knew he was having a hard time picking a costume. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the house number. Raine picked up after multiple rings, sounding a little out of breath.
“Enjoying Max?” he asked.
“Dylan, hi. No, Max, isn’t here.”
He frowned. “He’s not?”
“Nope. He didn’t leave a note, but I got yours. You’re looking for a costume?”
“Yes, and I’m at the shop, but I hate to say this, I’m going to be such a disappointment. I don’t know what to pick.”