Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
I managed to lean in and kiss him and then I whispered, “Just let go, Tristan.”
At the same time that I spoke, I rubbed my finger over his prostate. Tristan let out a harsh cry and shook his head. He was close enough that it only took one more pass over the spongy spot inside of him to set him off and he screamed in relief as he came. I looked down in time to see his come splattering all over my hand and Brennan’s, which was resting on his lower abdomen. I kept up the gentle caressing of Tristan’s dick as he rode out the orgasm and when he finally relaxed in our hold, I carefully pulled my finger from his body. Brennan’s bright eyes were on me and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning across Tristan to kiss him. And then we both searched out Tristan’s mouth and took turns kissing him until his sated body finally stopped shaking. Brennan carefully eased Tristan forward until he was straddling my lap and I gladly held on to him as I tried to process what the hell had just happened.
Brennan returned a moment later with a couple of wet washcloths. His own hand was clean so once I set Tristan down on the bench, he began cleaning Tristan off and I wiped Tristan’s cum from my own hand. Tristan was clearly exhausted because all he did was lean heavily against Brennan as Brennan spoke to him softly and petted his back gently.
The harsh reality that nothing had really been resolved seeped back in and I debated what to do next. The obvious answer was to take them both back to their apartment, put Phoenix on them for the night and crawl back to my hotel and lick my wounds over the loss of a relationship that had never really even been that. And that didn’t even begin to cover what had just happened between the three of us.
I felt Brennan’s gaze on me as I stood and searched out my phone. My fingers shook as I dialed Phoenix’s number. I was prepared to tell him the plan, but then my eyes connected with Tristan’s and I saw something I hadn’t seen since the day I’d met him, but something I instinctually knew was a part of who he was.
He looked at peace.
When Phoenix answered, I refused to consider the ramifications of what would happen next and simply said, “You can take the night off. I’m taking them both back to the hotel with me.”
Chapter Sixteen
Brennan
I couldn’t stop touching him. Maybe because I still couldn’t believe he was really there lying next to me. Maybe because his skin just felt so warm and soft and fucking perfect. Maybe because I could tell he liked it, because the small smile that graced his full lips hadn’t gone away for even a moment from the second we’d crawled into Memphis’s bed, and I hadn’t been able to keep my hands to myself.
Tristan and I were lying face-to-face on the bed, the comforter only covering our lower bodies. We’d opted to leave most of our clothes on, though I suspected it had been more of an unconscious decision because we hadn’t actually discussed it. We hadn’t said much when Memphis had told us we were going back to the hotel…all of us. I’d worried that Tristan would argue, but he hadn’t. I didn’t care if he was still riding the post-orgasm high – I was just glad I’d finally get a chance to talk to him. And with the light on next to the bed, I could read all the things he wasn’t saying in his suddenly very expressive eyes.
“Is this okay?” I asked as I stroked my fingers over his cheek.
Tristan nodded.
“Are you okay with what happened at your dads’ apartment?”
Another nod and his smile grew wider.
“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” I admitted and I leaned in to kiss him gently on the mouth. He kissed me back, but I didn’t deepen the caress. We just had too much we needed to talk about.
I’d heard everything Tristan had said to Memphis when he’d arrived at the hotel earlier in the evening. My heart had broken when I’d heard him begging Memphis not to leave him and I’d been ready to go to him myself until he’d told Memphis he was sorry for kissing him. I’d had no idea what the hell was going on, but I’d been reluctant to intervene at that point. So I’d leaned back against the wall next to the bedroom door and just listened and with every bit of truth Tristan had revealed about New York and thinking he’d lost me, I’d felt an incredible amount of guilt that I’d been so blind to his suffering.
It was something I would never let happen again.