Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“You wearing those red briefs I picked out for you?” West growled. As he spoke, he pressed his fingers in between Jin’s cheeks, brushing over his hole with only the material separating them.
Jin nodded, the noise coming out of him barely more than a high-pitched whimper as he ground their dicks together.
West let his fingers stray to brush across Jin’s sac. “Next time I plan to rip those off you with my teeth.”
Jin’s “yes” was breathless as he roughly kissed him. Fingers sneaked between them and clawed at the waistband of West’s shorts and underwear, jerking them down to free his aching cock. God, he wanted inside of Jin, but he could happily start this day with some frantic frotting that left them both covered in cum and sated.
He hooked one finger in Jin’s briefs and pulled them away, getting a whine from Jin that almost had West coming. Fuck. This man made the best noises in all the world.
Another noise penetrated his lust-filled haze, but not fast enough for him to react.
Someone threw the bedroom door open, and they both froze.
“Gege!1 I’m—what the hell?”
West could only think that a slightly younger, and slightly less cute, version of Jin was standing in the open doorway, his face growing redder by the second. This had to be Jin’s younger brother, Ming Tao.
“Ming-di!”2 Jin gasped in a strangled voice.
“This is what you’ve been doing while Father’s in the hospital?” his brother shouted.
“No! Wait!” Jin began to climb out of the bed after him, but West clamped down on his hips, holding him in place. It wasn’t great, but it was a sight better than little brother seeing his older brother nearly naked. Thankfully, the blankets were still covering their lower halves.
Ming Tao slammed the door behind him as he stormed out of Jin’s apartment, leaving Jin still straddling West’s hips, his shoulders slumped as the crown prince seemed to sink into himself in shame.
“Why do people keep walking into your private rooms, Dianxia? Locks. You need locks,” West teased, trying to lighten the moment.
It didn’t work.
Jin climbed off the bed and hurried across the room, tucking himself into his briefs as he gathered up a fresh change of clothes. “I need to speak to my brother. Apologize.”
That had West throwing aside the covers and launching himself across the room to grab Jin by the arm. “You have nothing to apologize for. He’s the one who owes you an apology for storming into your room without so much as a knock.”
Jin jerked his arm free and disappeared into the bathroom. “I need to talk to him.”
Fuck. This would not go well.
West pulled on his clothes from the previous day. There was no way in the world he was letting Jin have this conversation alone. Jin was not in the wrong. He was allowed to find some shred of happiness amid all the shit raining down on him.
As he pulled up his pants, his poor, confused cock gave a twitch of complaint. No, they weren’t going to get laid soon, but it had been a hell of a way to wake up. He could start all of his mornings for the rest of his life like that.
Fuck, he didn’t even need the sex.
He really fucking wanted the sex, though.
But rolling over, wrapping his arms around a warm, sleepy Jin as he kissed a line across his bare shoulder and up his neck to his earlobe, waking him from his peaceful dreams. That sounded like heaven.
Instead, he was dealing with a younger brother who needed a lesson in boundaries.
West trailed Jin as he rushed to another wing of the palace. He’d pulled on black slacks and a black turtleneck that seemed to match his grim mood. His long hair was partially pulled back so that the long length caught the breeze and fanned out behind him. The crown prince tried to brush him off twice, claiming this was a private family discussion, but that was utter bullshit.
“He saw me. I’m involved,” West bit out. “Plus, I’m keeping you safe. You’re not allowed out of my sight.”
Jin threw him a displeased look over his shoulder but didn’t argue further.
They stopped outside of a set of double doors, and Jin straightened his shoulders. After taking a couple of calming breaths, he lifted his hand to knock.
Fuck. No.
West reached past him before his knuckles could touch the wood and threw both doors wide open.
Jin’s head snapped around, his eyes wide and a hiss of shock escaping him. West met his shock with a mutinous gaze of his own.
“If he won’t show you an ounce of respect and courtesy, you don’t owe him any,” West snarled.
Just inside the front parlor, they found Ming Tao pacing the elegant room with his hands balled into fists at his sides and another unknown man standing a few feet away, red faced and gripping a tablet with both hands in front of him like a shield. The man’s eyes widened when he spotted the crown prince.