Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Okay, Daddy, I gotta go now—we’re going outside! Lily loves Daddy!”
Thank God. I didn’t have the heart to cut our conversation short when we only spoke once a day, but I was getting dizzy here.
“Okay, have all the fun, princess. Daddy loves Lily too. Talk soon.” I ended the call and scrubbed a hand over my face.
Someone give me strength. And coffee.
“Aww, that was sweet.” Tate came up to me and kissed my cheek, and then he slapped the bakery bag to my chest. “Remember when you showed up at our place unannounced with bagels?”
Oh, for the love of—
“Nice,” I muttered. “Real nice.”
“I thought so.” He grinned and peered into the kitchen past the living room. “So I talked to Macklin…”
Jesus. “Of course you did.”
Kingsley smirked faintly. “This is his show. I’m innocent.”
Oh, really. I didn’t buy that for a second, even when I knew Kingsley wasn’t one for gossip. In fact, he despised it.
“You’re blaming this visit all on the person you own and control?” I asked.
He chuckled and shrugged. “I pick my battles.”
How wonderful that he hadn’t picked this one.
“Introduce us to your nephew with the incredible ass, Franklin.” Tate could apparently not look away from said ass.
Who could blame him?
“All right. Stay here, please. Or have a seat in the living room.” I gestured to the seating area. “I’d like to give him a heads-up.”
Nobody liked an ambush.
“You know how I like my coffee, pet,” Kingsley said on the way.
I nodded to myself. So they were staying for breakfast. Got it.
Perfectly executed revenge, I must say. Not that I was annoyed or anything; this just wasn’t the way I’d pictured things would go when I introduced Jack to Kingsley and Tate. I felt a bit rattled. So far, the morning could use some work.
Taking a deep breath, I crossed the living room and went into the kitchen, and I hoped Jack would be okay with this. He’d agreed to come with us to Noa’s gig tomorrow, so I wasn’t too worried.
A tad nervous, perhaps. I wanted them to get along.
Before I wrapped my arms around Jack from behind, I made sure he could see me in his periphery, and I left the bagels on the counter next to the stove.
He smiled and removed his earbuds.
I kissed his neck. And I lingered there. He was so warm and smelled so delicious.
“Morning, Daddy.”
God, that sounded good.
“Good morning, son.” I squeezed him to me and let my hands roam his chest and abs. I couldn’t help myself. Being so close to him got me going. “Drama unfolded while you were listening to music and had your back to the world.”
Not that I didn’t appreciate the sight of the omelet he was working on. It smelled great too. And he’d prepared orange juice and coffee as well.
He exhaled a little laugh as I dipped my fingers underneath the waistband of his underwear. “Oh yeah?”
“Mm.” I dropped an openmouthed kiss along his shoulder and played with his balls. They were so soft and smooth.
“Did it involve delivery from a bakery?”
I shook my head, and my focus was so fixed on his cock that I almost dropped to my knees right then and there. “We have company,” I murmured. “It’s possible I once showed up at Tate and Kingsley’s place without calling ahead, so they decided to return the favor.”
Jack tilted his head but didn’t stiffen or appear bothered. “Wait. They’re here right now?”
“In the living room.”
“Oh. Um.” He turned off the heat and cleared his throat. “Considering you’re groping the fuck out of my cock, I assume you’re okay with them knowing about me.”
“I can’t help it,” I muttered in my defense. “I’m more than okay with them knowing.” There. It was said. Now I could spin him around, press him up against the counter, and kiss him properly. So that was what I did.
“Hey—simmer down, whore,” he said quietly. “My ass is fucking sore after what you did last night.”
I groaned against his jaw, immediately assaulted by the memory of slowly pushing my cock inside him. “I couldn’t—”
“—help yourself. Yeah, I got that.” He chuckled, a bit out of breath. “Cool it. Let me get dressed, and then introduce me to your play partners.”
“Okay.” I smiled into one last kiss, and I managed to get some tongue action before he nudged me away.
I wasn’t worried, but I did notice a change in his behavior. He was a fraction more guarded, a sight that made me feel strangely protective of what we’d started this week. Yes, Kingsley and Tate were my play partners, but in more than one way, Jack came first. Tate and Kingsley were a unit. They were together and engaged to be married. I was a secondary character in their love story. With Jack, it was entirely different. Heavier. More intimate. I couldn’t describe what he was doing to me.