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)
A bead of precum leaks from his slit, and I run my tongue over it. “You do taste amazing, but that’s not it.” I turn my head and kiss along his thigh, making my way up his leg to nuzzle his groin. My tongue darts out and licks his balls, then moves up, running along his cock.
“Brady,” he breathes. “Tell me.”
“I was thinking of those photos Pres sent me. Of the last time you two were together. They were so hot.” I alternate stroking him and licking him in between sentences. “Especially the one where you were in my position, sucking Prescott’s cock. I love watching you two together.”
“I love watching you and Prescott too.”
I glance up at him but suck him into my mouth at the same time. When I pull off again, I ask, “Do you ever get jealous?”
“Of you and Prescott? No. Of you or Prescott with anyone else? Surprisingly, yes.”
Damn. I wasn’t expecting such an honest answer. Or for it to be that.
“Do you?” he asks. “Get jealous?”
“Not in the way other people would. The only thing close to jealousy I feel is when you two are together without me, but not because I don’t want you to be. I’m jealous because I don’t get to be there too. All three of us can’t be together all the time, and I’d rather know you two were with each other than anyone else too.”
Kit’s hand presses against my cheek, and I lean into it. His thumb brushes my lips. “Why are you telling me all these things?”
“Because when Prescott comes back—and he will come back—I don’t want you to think that you have no one else. You have me.”
Kit’s eyes widen slightly.
“You will always have me,” I add so my message is clear.
It doesn’t matter if we’re miles apart, if he’s a SEAL or a measly government employee. If he or Prescott needs me, I’ll be there.
Kit looks uncertain. Almost like he wants to believe me but can’t.
“Let me show you,” I whisper and go back to putting all my focus and attention on his cock.
I lick, I suck, worshiping every inch of velvety skin until he’s gasping for air.
His entire body stiffens, the muscles in his thighs tense under my fingers, and then Kit unleashes in my mouth.
I drink him down as fast as I can until his orgasm ebbs. Everything else about him calms—his breathing, his muscles—and I swap from eager swallows to long and gentle sucks.
His body is still shaking from the high, but when I look up, I realize that’s not it at all. He’s not thrumming with satisfaction. He’s trying not to fucking cry.
“Kit?”
In the next second, Kit leans forward, hooks his arms around me, and hauls me into his lap.
I hold him close, my arms wrapped around his upper body tightly while he buries his head in my neck.
The blowjob was supposed to make him feel better, not worse.
Great job, Brady. Way to go.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
“You never have to thank me for a blowjob.”
“I meant for showing up for me. I don’t … there’s not … there aren’t a lot of people in my life I can count on, even if I ask. You came here because you knew I needed someone, and …” He pulls back and flashes me those pale gray eyes. “Just, thank you.”
“Anytime.” I lower my forehead to his, and we stay there like that for what would normally be an awkward eternity if it were anyone but Kit or Prescott.
We breathe each other in, Kit’s hands run up and down my back, and I caress the back of his head and thread my fingers through his hair.
“You’re an amazing person, Brady Talon.”
It’s a perfect moment.
It’s everything I want to hear, especially from Kit.
If I could bottle this emotion, this content feeling, I’d do it in a heartbeat. But if there’s anything I’ve learned in my short twenty-four years of life, it’s that with the highs come the lows.
And as if on cue, Kit’s phone starts ringing on the armrest of the couch.
He scrambles for it, and I go to climb off him, but he holds my hip with his free hand.
“Talk to me, Parker,” he says, answering the phone. “What did you find out?”
We’re so close I can hear the words coming through the other end.
“Official word is SEAL Team Three went radio silent two days ago.”
“Unofficial word?” Kit asks.
There’s a beat of silence before a quiet response is given. I suddenly wish I wasn’t close enough to hear.
“Their Hawk went down somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean near Bermuda. They haven’t been able to locate them since.”
Kit and I stare at each other, both unwilling to say it out loud.
Prescott’s … gone?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
prescott
If I close my eyes, the cool breeze, the shade of some palm trees, the sound of the ocean, and the smell of salt water are almost enough to convince me I’m anywhere but here.