Parts of Us (The Game #14) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
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I couldn’t stop grinning. Fuck me, how I had missed activities like this one.

We tore out over open waters, bouncing across the calm waves, and it was so goddamn beautiful here. We had to travel more often. Noa and I needed the Caribbean in our lives.

Tragically, an hour went by fast, and soon, we had to return the Jet-Skis.

Maybe I was high on the adrenaline, high on happiness, but there was so much I wanted to do.

Colt and Kit decided to stop for snow cones by the little marina, while Noa and I started our trek back to the beach. Since Macklin and Tate had planned a beach party slash barbecue here in St. Croix, they’d opted for a beach that was farther away from the tourist cluster.

“Oh, farts! The sand is so hot!”

“So jump up in my lap, silly boy.” I slowed down and waited for him. The boardwalk, if one could call it that, was a narrow strip of old wooden boards that needed to be replaced fifty years ago, and at least two or three inches of sand were in between each one. But it was nothing my chair couldn’t handle. Noa had asked me to buy it because it was an upgraded version of my all-terrain chair. This one was geared toward athletes.

The trek became a ride, and Noa giggled at each bump we rolled over.

He was damn gorgeous with his tan, sun-kissed hair, and extra freckles.

“I was thinking,” I said. “We should buy a house in South Florida or something. Whatever place resembles this the most—where we can ride Jet-Skis all day long.”

“Yes!” he cried out. “I vote yes!” He swung his legs over the armrest and draped an arm around my shoulders. “We could talk to Ty, maybe? He has a house way down south. Lane says it’s heaven on earth.”

We could definitely do that.

A few minutes later, we passed a wooded area that soon revealed a more secluded beach—and our friends. And I didn’t know if a permit was needed and Macklin had worked his magic or what…well, actually, there were two permanent cement fire pits, so it had to be allowed.

We’d been promised grilled fish and cocktails, so I was looking forward to that. And when Macklin announced a menu, there was always more.

Noa jumped off and detached my cane from the chair, and he helped me up.

“Daddy!” I heard Cam holler.

“Yeah?” I squinted for the sun, reaching for my shades that were usually tucked into my tee, only to remember I had them in my side pocket. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, for chrissakes.

Cam jogged over, out of breath. “You gotta talk to Master,” he said. “He’s found his next hobby.”

Oh dear.

“What is it this time?” I almost didn’t want the answer.

He huffed a breath and planted his hands on his hips. So cute. “He wants to buy a boat.”

“Ha!” Noa snorted a laugh and jerked a thumb over his shoulder—at me. “Daddy just said we should buy a house in Florida.”

Well, now. A boat was an intriguing idea; we wouldn’t have to stick to one place. The problem was, we knew absolutely nothing about boating.

“Oh my God, you’re considering it,” Cam accused.

I chuckled and positioned Noa next to me. I needed both him and the cane if I was going to walk in the softest beach sand.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves, let’s see if this isn’t another one of his five-minute projects,” I reasoned. “He may very well have forgotten it by the time we get home.”

Cam seemed skeptical. “He’s already talking to Master Walker, and he has a boat.”

That didn’t mean anything.

With assistance from Noa, we made our way over to the barbecue area, and Macklin asked if I needed help. It was okay. I was okay. Meanwhile, Cam ran ahead because he said he’d prepared a seat for me under an umbrella.

They’d brought out the works. Umbrellas, coolers, all of it.

Kingsley, Ash, Shay, Greer, Sloan, and River were out in the water, and Reese was on his way out.

Naked as the day he was born, of course.

“Dong alert!” Noa yelled.

Reese smirked and picked up a towel from a beach chair. “There’s a honey dipper with your name on it, pet.”

“No, thanks!”

I chuckled under my breath.

Soon enough, we arrived at our little spot. Cam had fanned out a few towels, and Lucian was resting comfortably under the umbrella, while Walker was catching some sun right next to him. And yes, they were discussing boats.

Noa assisted me so I didn’t fall on my ass. “Here’s your fiancé number two, Sir Proposal Whore—I mean, I love you!”

I coughed around a laugh and slumped back.

Lucian merely tossed him a lazy grin. “I’m too blissed out to engage, chipmunk.”

“I think you’ve engaged enough,” Noa guffawed and ran off. “Corey! Wanna build a sandcastle?”


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