Pip thinks he has everything in life -- a loving family who accept that he's gay, his dream job as an editor lined up when he's ready to take it, and an inheritance ready to set him up for life. When his two best friends, Max and Bentley, come home from college, Pip couldn't be happier.
But happiness turns to confusion as both Max and Bentley seem to want more than just friendship. First Max confesses his feelings in Pip's private pool. Then Bentley professes his love in the garden.
With limited time to choose which of his best friends is worthy of becoming his lover, Pip starts to wonder if he really has to decide at all.
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Twisted (Playboys 3)
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Copyright ©2017 Ana Raine
After four years in a college dorm, my parents' home looked massive. Granted, I had come home for holidays, but during the summer I'd stayed on campus so I could do internships. I'd always known my family was loaded, but one of the conditions of me receiving my inheritance was that I become a useful member of society. I had to earn a degree.
Elaine and Phillip Sr. were more than supportive of my interest in writing so they'd made sure I had only received the best internships at popular magazines and large publishing companies, but now I'd earned my degree and I was back in Louisiana, I'd received my inheritance and I was taking some time off.
Even with an entire summer in front of me, free to write and read, I was anything but enthusiastic. Four years ago, I might have said good-bye to my home and my family, but I'd had to leave behind my two best friends, Max and Bentley. Because I was such a regular at their homes, as they were at mine, my face was plastered next to theirs in almost every framed family photo. Someone who didn't know better would've thought we were lovers.
The ache in my chest at the word was enough to kill me. I could lie through my teeth about why I rarely visited, but I would always know the truth. Somewhere along the line, the way I felt for Max and Bentley had developed into something I knew I'd never have. Loving one of my straight best friends was just asking for heartbreak, but two of them?
That was just madness.
My room had the best view of the pool. The groundskeeper brought out umbrellas and seat cushions for the wrought iron chairs every morning, and returned them to the shed at night. It was still early, barely seven, so I watched as the young man hoisted a heavy umbrella pole onto his broad shoulder and went about his work.
I made it my business to know every employee who worked at our estate, but this guy was new. Stray curls fell into my eyes and I tried unsuccessfully to push them back so I could continue to gawk.
His sun-kissed skin and bright blond hair were perfect complements to one another. I watched the muscles in his arm flex as he bent and retrieved and situated the patio furniture. If I went down there right now, my morning could be spent seducing him. As long as I wasn't being an exhibitionist, my parents wouldn't care.
But I held back.
Plenty of men and women had expressed interest, but I was a classic hopeless romantic.
Until I fell in love, my pants stayed on.
Too bad though... he really did have a nice ass.
"Yo, Pip, you awake?"
"Yo," I cringed. "Does anyone even say that anymore?"
My sister Sara waltzed into the room, followed by her identical twin, Taylor. Ever since they'd been born, a rumor had gone around that all of us were adopted. How else did two dark-haired, dark-eyed parents make three green-eyed gingers?
"They do if you're Sara," Taylor laughed, bouncing to the window so she could peer outside. "Ah, the gardener."
"Isn't he new?"
"Yep, his name is --"
"-- Brad." They were forever trying to finish one another's sentences. As if that small accomplishment solidified the fact they were twins.
"Cute, right?" Sara nudged my side with her arm. "Go down there."
"Do it," Taylor urged.
"I've been home for like a week, guys."
"All the more reason to get out there and make the most of the summer. Won't last forever, you know?"
I released the curtain and stretched my arms above my head. Our house was colossal, but somehow they always wanted to spend time in my private suite. Sometimes I wasn't sure they didn't hang out in my living room when I was sleeping.
"Same could be said for you." I pulled my pajama shirt over my head and hunted down a clean one. "When are you going to get boyfriends?"
Knowing them, they would find a guy they could share.
Sara and Taylor exchanged conspicuous glances, their green eyes flashing. "I heard Max came home last night."