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)
“Just like you’ve always known how to look after yourself?” Prescott asks.
“Yep.”
Prescott smiles, and for the first time since we’ve been here, he has genuine warmth behind his eyes.
“Do I need to prove that I can do it?” I ask. “I’ve kept Kit from breaking down for two days now. Two whole days.”
They both wear amused expressions, and I’m tempted to tell them to fuck off, but then Prescott says something so much better.
“Dude, you’re dropping the ball. How are we going to ensure Brady comes back to us if you’re making him adult? You need to take him home, make him come his brains out, get the man a shower, and then spoon him to sleep like his life depends on it. Otherwise, when I’m well enough to be discharged, he’ll be gone.”
Sometimes Prescott has the best ideas.
“Oh! And take pictures, please.”
Yep. Definitely the best ideas.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
kit
Not only do I do what Prescott told me to do, but I make sure Brady knows just how much him stepping up means to me. He’s fed with a proper meal, he’s showered, and now I have him naked beneath me working on the last thing.
Knowing Prescott is going to be okay, I’m able to let go of that worry and focus entirely on Brady.
I move inside him, slowly. Too slowly. He claws at my back, but I pepper his skin with light kisses and hold firm.
He squirms under me. “Kit, please.”
“Ooh, we should get that on camera.”
“What?”
“You, begging. Prescott will go nuts for it. You okay with video as well as pics?” My phone lies beside us on the mattress, so I straighten and pick it up.
He nods. Brady looks so fucking gorgeous, legs parted, skin flushed, his cock hard and sticking up against his stomach. I hit Record as I pull out of him, keeping my head at his entrance, and I know Prescott will approve. It reminds me of the photos we sent Brady.
My cock is shiny with lube. Brady’s hole is stretched wide as I slide back inside him.
“Fuck. More. I need more,” he says and then looks right at the camera on my phone. “I need both you and Prescott inside me at the same time.”
I drop the damn phone. “We’ll edit that part out.”
“Don’t. I love how much that idea gets to you.”
I manage to pick up the phone and hold it steady this time. “Let me hear you beg again.”
Brady smirks. “Someday in the future, someone will ask me how I got into porn. I will say, ‘My boyfriends wanted a sex tape.’” He laughs, but I don’t.
Not because it wasn’t funny but because I stumble over the label that hasn’t passed any of our lips before.
It takes a second for him to realize what he said, and immediately, his eyes plead for me to forget. “Not boyfriends boyfriends. You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t know what you mean.”
His gaze turns downward. “Well, no, we haven’t discussed what we are, so I guess—”
I grip his chin and force him to look at me. “You want more from us?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
My cock inside him pulses. The idea of having more with him … it’s everything my body and heart want.
“If it were up to me, we wouldn’t be apart at all. I know the logistics are hard, but—”
I hit End on the recording and throw my phone somewhere on the bed. “I’m the same. If Prescott even hinted at wanting to make us, this, all three of us a permanent thing, I’d quit my boring-ass job and move back to Cali.”
“You would?”
“Then we’d only have to work on getting you out of New York.”
“It’s doable. My uncle has offices in California, but he wanted me in New York, where he’s based, to learn from him. Once I’ve finished with law school, I could ask for a transfer.”
I pull out of him and rest back on my ankles.
He whines. “No, don’t stop. We can talk about this while you fuck me.”
“Priorities. We need to have this conversation, and I can’t do it while I’m inside you and can’t pay attention closely.”
“Can’t SEALs multitask?”
“I’m not a SEAL anymore, remember?”
He grunts. “Fine. Make me come first, and then we can talk about all our wants and needs because right now, everything wanty and needy is in my dick. And balls. And ass.”
“Mm, talk dirty to me.”
“Kiiit,” he whines again. It’s always the beggy tone that gets to me. That needy, obsessive, and urgent way he asks to bring him pleasure.
“Fine. Fuck now, serious talk later. Roll over for me.”
Brady gets to his hands and knees, sticking his amazing ass in the air. His hole looks used and ready for more, so I don’t hesitate in slamming inside him.
His moan is deep and guttural.
There’s too much anticipation around having the conversation I’ve only dreamed of for years that I don’t hold back. One of my favorite things in the world is making Brady come untouched, but this is an emergency, and I need all the backup I can get.