Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Thinking about what Brady would be doing if he was here with us right now, I’ve never been so tuned to someone else while being with Prescott—not even when they’re in the same room, kissing me.
Brady’s thousands of miles away, and yet to me, he’s right here with us.
“We should go into the porn industry,” Prescott pants.
“You should, maybe.” I slow down to admire his body. “People would go nuts for these abs.” I trail my fingers over his delicious skin and down to his prominent V.
“You mean, they’d nut over these abs.”
I laugh. “That too.”
“If I’d known mentioning porn would slow you down, I would’ve kept my mouth shut.” He writhes beneath me.
“Just a sec. Give me the phone.”
He passes it over to me with the camera app open, and I hold it above me with my head back. I blindly hit the button, the fake shutter sound clicks, and then I look at it.
“Okay, you’re right. This is pretty fucking hot.” I show him.
At the angle I took it, it’s a photo straight down my hard muscles with Prescott under me, the mushroom head of my cock lined up with his hole.
“It’s good to have backup careers.” He hits a few buttons. “Okay, I think we’ve given enough spank bank material for Brady. I need you to finish me off.”
With pleasure.
And even though I’m getting every single thing I’ve ever wanted—the very thing I thought would complete me—there’s something missing.
No, not something.
Someone.
I miss the fuck out of Brady.
“We have to make another time to catch up with Brady.” I pour us protein shakes while Prescott recovers. He’s moved from the bed to the couch, but that’s all he’s managed so far. Well, that and going through and analyzing every photo we took.
“That’s all you have to say?” Prescott turns from his spot. “Not, wow, this is amazing art and we should blow it up and hang it for everyone to see? Look at this one. It was before we’d even got really started, but it’s hot as fuck.” He holds up his phone, and I can see from here that it’s one he took of me on my knees, looking up at him while running my tongue along his cock.
I put the blender in the sink. “You just want to have a photo where your dick takes up an entire wall.”
“You know me so well.”
Well, I used to. I have no idea what Prescott has been up to these last two years since. I mean, I see what he’s doing at work, thanks to my job, but his private life has been that—private. I almost don’t want to ask him because I’m scared of the answer, but I miss him.
I miss our friendship. And I figure after what we just did, I have some kind of right to ask.
I take our shakes over and sit next to him. “What have you been doing during your downtime?”
“A little of this. A little of that.”
“Is this and that a hot fellow sailor and a hot, young college student from the Franklin U campus?”
He waves me off. “Nah. College students are so needy. Were they always that needy?”
“Brady’s needy,” I point out. I happen to love it about him because I like feeling wanted and useful.
“Not like these guys. Brady’s needy because he likes the attention of who he’s with to be on him. He couldn’t give a fuck if no one else saw him with us. He actually likes that we’re a secret. One guy I tried to take home from Bottoms Up wanted to show me off to his friends first and kept delaying getting out of there. It’s like he wanted everyone to know he was with a SEAL.”
“Oh no, everyone wants me,” I wail.
He shoves me, and I barely manage to keep my drink in its glass. “You know what I’m talking about, and I think, in a way, so does Brady.”
“Yeah, I do.” I tell people I’m navy but leave out the SEAL part. “But how so with Brady?”
“Well, you know how he was super sketchy about talking about his family when we met and how disappointed he was when he found out at his graduation that we knew exactly who he was?”
I nod.
“I spoke to him in Florida about it, and he doesn’t like people knowing who he is because he’ll always be an NFL legend’s son. Or brother. Peyton is one of the biggest players right now—the next GOAT. We think we have it bad for being a SEAL. Brady’s family is famous. Which is why he’s different than other college-aged guys. Because while they want attention from everyone to show off, Brady wants attention for being himself. Not who his family is.”
Damn, if that doesn’t make me want to fly to wherever Brady is and give him a hug. “You got all of that from one conversation about his family?”