Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
As tempting as it was to close my eyes and bring up the memory of our antics in the too-small shower, I managed to keep them open as Gage played with me. But the sight of Nash and Gage going at one another was going to be my undoing. It wasn’t until Gage’s hand began drifting south toward Nash’s groin that the whole thing came to a sudden stop.
Because Gage was being cock blocked.
By his own dog.
“Fuck,” Nash said on a rough exhale. “This can’t be normal,” he said as he looked at Happy’s droopy eyes. After Nash had laid down on the couch, the big dog had climbed up and literally laid on top of him till he’d had no choice but to give her some room by opening his legs. She’d had her head resting on his thigh, but apparently, the sight of her owner’s hand heading toward Nash’s waiting dick hadn’t been acceptable for the one-hundred-and-fifty-pound dog, because she’d quickly dropped her head on Nash’s groin before Gage could reach his target.
“I doubt she’s the first girl who’s crushed on you,” Gage said as he dropped a quick kiss to Nash’s lips and then moved his hand away. Nash snorted, then settled his hand on Happy’s head.
“You and I are going to need to have a serious talk,” he said to the dog.
She responded by crawling up his body and licking his face. From the curse Nash let out a moment later as the dog got situated, I suspected a paw had landed on something particularly sensitive.
“Wait, it’s over?” Gage said, his eyes back on the TV.
“What?” Nash said. “We missed the results? Are you fucking kidding me? Who got eliminated?”
Gage looked at me. “Did you see?” he asked.
“Um, I was kind of preoccupied,” I said as I looked pointedly at the hand Gage still had resting on my dick.
“Where’s the remote?” Nash asked.
“Not sure,” Gage said as he began looking around. He and Nash both began searching the couch for it, though neither were successful in moving Happy so they could check beneath her.
“Wait, the channel flipper has it,” Nash said. Both men looked at me.
“Do you have it?” Gage asked. “Rewind the show so we can see who won and who went home.”
“What will I win?” I asked.
“What?” Nash asked.
“The bet you two made. What do I win?”
“What do you want?” Gage asked.
I pretended to think about it.
“Just take it from him,” Nash said as he worked to get Happy off him.
“Baby, give me the remote,” Gage said, his voice achingly sweet. “I’ll let you tap Nash’s ass once I’m done.”
“Hey,” Nash said as he finally managed to dislodge Happy.
I rolled my eyes at Gage. Since I knew both men would be coming after me, I jumped up from my spot and held the remote up. I made sure both men could see where my finger was as they jumped to their feet. “Come one step closer and I change the channel. Then there’s no way to rewind it to see who won.”
“He’s bluffing,” Nash said.
“Nope,” Gage said as he studied me. “He’d do it.”
I nearly smiled at the feigned seriousness in their voices.
“Fine, state your terms,” Nash ordered. “Like Mr. Romantic here,” – he nudged Gage with his elbow – “I’ll make sure he takes care of you once he’s done blowing me.”
I barely managed not to laugh. “Thank you for the lovely offers, but that isn’t what I want.”
“Okay, so what do you want?” Gage asked.
“To watch.”
“That’s it?” Nash asked.
“That’s it,” I said. I couldn’t explain this need I had to see them together like that – where it was just them. I just knew it was something I’d been wanting from the moment Nash had first kissed Gage.
“Deal,” both men said at the exact same time.
I handed the remote to Gage and gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll be upstairs,” I said suggestively.
“Don’t you want to see who wins?” Nash asked.
“I already know who wins,” I said as I approached him. I kissed him too, but refused to let him deepen it like he so clearly wanted. I pulled back and headed for the stairs. “Me,” I threw over my shoulder.
I began unbuttoning my shirt as I made my way to Nash’s room.
Oh yeah, I was most definitely going to be the winner tonight.
Chapter 23
Nash
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Gage murmured as he brushed his mouth over mine. I expected he could feel the tremors that wouldn’t stop running throughout my body. We were standing on the top landing of the steps. We couldn’t see Everett from where we were standing, but I knew he was in the room. Probably waiting in one of the armchairs near the window. If he turned it, it would offer him a great view of the bed.