Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“We should do it,” Kit says.
“And this has everything to do with Brady and nothing at all to do with the two guys he’s being forced to spend two weeks holed up in a cabin with?”
“Hey, we might not have rules for when we’re apart, but we were trying to plan to go see him, and if two guys are going to make him come, it should be us. For his job’s sake. Plus, we’d be better at it than some stupid athletes. We’re SEALs.”
“Correction, I’m a SEAL. You’re ex-navy.”
“Not yet, I’m not. My answer is yes. I don’t care how we figure it out, we’re going to New York.”
Turns out, Kit might have a possessive streak I didn’t know about. He’s dominant, yes. Likes to call the shots. But possessive? Not over anyone I’ve seen. It makes sense in a way because he loves to feel needed. And right now, Brady needs us.
“Why is it so freezing?” I complain as soon as the airport sliding glass doors open and spit us out onto the sidewalk.
“Because we’re in Albany in November? It’s not even snowing. You’ve endured training and missions in colder weather than this.”
“Not recently,” I grumble.
Kit wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Think of how warm all three of us will be later.”
I can’t wait to have Brady in our arms again. It’s been seven months since we last saw him in person, and even though I loved every second of my meetup with Kit, having Brady there only would’ve amplified it.
We order a ride share and make our way to the pickup area, and Kit laughs at me while I jump up and down from the cold. I can see my breath when I exhale, so I’m not being as dramatic as Kit thinks I am.
The place Brady booked is a cabin over an hour away, and we’d contemplated renting a car, but the way Brady explained it is there’s nowhere really to go anyway. The whole point of the trip is for his client to be in the middle of nowhere, which is why they’ve booked summer cabins this close to winter. Because no one else is stupid enough to be here in November.
Except us.
“Brady’s lucky he’s hot, that’s all I’m saying,” I say as our ride arrives.
Kit throws our bags in the trunk. “And funny.”
I open the passenger door. “And fun.”
As we list off all the things we like about Brady, it hits even harder than before. Fuck, I’ve missed him. And Kit.
I saw Kit last month, but it’s not enough.
On the drive, I can’t help myself. I reach over and put my hand on top of his. The driver either doesn’t notice, doesn’t care, or is too scared to be a homophobic dick to two guys who could easily kick his scrawny ass.
It might not be snowing yet, but it looks like the sky isn’t going to hold out for long.
By the time we pull into the resort entrance, outside is dark, and light flurries float to the ground.
Brady’s already checked in for us and gave us a cabin number, so we bypass the lobby and reception desk and walk down the narrow path, following the arrows to our cabin.
“Still cold?” Kit asks.
I shiver. Yes, I’m still fucking cold. “There better be a fire. And a million blankets.”
“I’ll build you a fire, and it looks like our own personal blanket is up ahead.” Kit nods to a shadowy figure standing on the porch of one of the cabins.
The flurries are getting heavier now, and as the shadow moves, Brady steps into the light from the posts lining the walkway.
At the sight of him, an emotion I can’t place overwhelms me, and for some reason, I want to run to him and break down and cry at the same time. I don’t understand it, and I don’t have the time to decipher it because I was only allowed three days away. Three nights. That’s all we get.
Brady runs toward us, his gaze flicking between Kit and me.
Kit points to me. “He needs it more than me. He’s freezing.”
Brady jumps into my arms as I drop my bag to the wet ground, but instead of kissing me senseless, he leans over and pulls Kit toward us, pressing his warm lips against Kit’s cold ones.
Brady has his legs wrapped around my waist, my hands are supporting his ass, and as I watch him and Kit make out, the coldness seeps from my bones and is replaced with a fire that only burns when I’m with them.
I lean in and suck on Brady’s neck.
He pulls away from Kit, murmuring, “I need your mouth too.”
I lift my head, and he kisses me. Instead of it feeling like he hasn’t kissed me in years, it’s like he’s kissing me as if he’ll never get to do it again. He throws himself into everything, doesn’t give up, and he’s so damn passionate.