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)
I push inside him over and over while jerking his cock.
He’s trying to hold out. He hisses through gritted teeth, but he’s no match for me. I know how to play Brady like a fiddle.
I tighten my grip on his hip, hasten my strokes on his cock, and the mere second he starts to fall apart, I join him. Coming in unison doesn’t happen a lot with us because there’s always someone else to play with. Plus, Brady’s refractory period is a hell of a lot shorter than Prescott’s or mine, so we have to draw out our orgasms so we can give him more.
This, though, coming at the same time, it’s amazing. It’s a new level of connecting, of combining our bodies, our souls. We experience the same pleasure at the same time, and it’s the type of intimacy that happens with established partners. Reading each other, searching for that high together.
When we both eventually settle and catch our breaths, he collapses beneath me, and I follow, crushing Brady between myself and the mattress.
I know I should let the man breathe, but it’s really tempting to stay like this forever.
He shifts underneath me and makes a humph noise. “You’re not as light as you think, you know.”
Fine. I’ll move.
I roll onto my back, turning my head to face him. He’s still on his stomach, his arms under his pillow, propping him up a bit.
His big brown eyes are staring intently. “Did you mean it?”
“That I want to be with you and Prescott? Yeah. Did you mean it?” I hold my breath, worried that now he’s come, his view might be different.
“All I’ve ever wanted since meeting you guys was to be with you. Both of you. But I told myself that you were older, I was moving away, and that what we had was only sex. I’ve told myself that for so long and remind myself every time I see you that what we have couldn’t be real, no matter how much I wanted it. No one outside of you two has ever made me feel the same way. When I’m with you, you’re all I think about. When I’m at work, I throw myself into it hard because otherwise, my mind drifts back to you and Prescott. What you’re doing. Where you are. How you’re planning to turn me out the next time we manage to see each other. And every goodbye, it gets harder and harder to walk away.”
My chest swells.
“I know you and Prescott have something special. Something deeper, and you’re in love with him—I could tell that from the very beginning—but all I’ve ever hoped is that someday, you and him could see me that same way.”
I swallow hard because I need the courage to say this. “What I feel for you …”
“It’s not the same as what you feel for Prescott. I know that.”
“It’s not the same, no. Prescott and I … we’ve got shared experiences. We met when we were young and have grown so much together. But Brady?” I throw my arm over his waist and roll onto my side to press against him. “That doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. What you and I have happened naturally and fast. It comes from that primal need we all have inside us. The moment you turned up on my doorstep to take care of me for once, I could no longer deny it. You own me. Completely and wholly. I want you to be mine. I want Prescott to be mine. I want it all.”
Brady’s lips turn up. “I want it all too.”
“Then let’s make it happen.”
“Tomorrow. I need some sleep and time to recover after that pounding.”
Does it send a streak of pride through me that I did that to him? Of course. “Tomorrow.”
As we reach the beginning of the long hospital corridor leading to Prescott’s room, I pause. “On second thought, let’s not make this happen.”
Because making it happen would mean admitting to Prescott why I really left. How deep he’s buried under my skin and how much of my heart has always belonged to him. With Brady, from the very beginning, we’ve always been open with each other. Honest from the very start. Ever since the moment I realized I was in love with Prescott, I built a wall between us. It’s what I needed so I didn’t lose him.
But I lost him anyway, and now I’m scared this will be the final nail in the coffin that holds our friendship.
“Come on,” Brady says, taking my arm and dragging me. “It’s about time you told Prescott how you feel about him.”
“Is it though?”
“I can’t believe how much of a baby you’re being. If anything, I’m the one who should be nervous.”
I stop walking and shrug out of his hold. “Why?”