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)
“He knows me too well,” I say to Brady.
Brady stands in front of me. “Bullshit your leg is actually fine.”
“What makes you say that?”
“As much as you’re loving an excuse to have some time off to spend time with Kit and me, it’s not like you’re reaping any sexual benefits because you’re still so hopped up on painkillers.”
“I’ve heard sex stops once you’re in a relationship anyway.”
“Not true. I’ve overheard, walked in on, and been told way too many stories from happy couples having sex. Even when I’ve begged for it not to happen. The second thing that tells me there’s no way you’re actually faking it is you love your job. It’s your priority. Kit knows it, and I know it. Hell, I even understand it because I’m the same way with mine. We’re similar like that.”
My lips twitch. “Maybe Kit isn’t the only one who knows me too well.”
Brady steps closer, making sure to avoid my stretched-out leg. His hands land on my shoulders, and he leans in close to kiss my cheek. “We wouldn’t have you any other way. Well, except maybe healed enough to get in on some action. I miss your dick.”
I laugh, but when he pulls back, the fire in Brady’s warm brown eyes makes me want to rip my cast off myself. A few more weeks and then my leg will be free. A couple of weeks after that, after more rehab, Brady will be going back to New York.
I hope the weakness in my leg isn’t going to affect any sex-acrobat maneuvers. We’ll only have a short time together, and I want to make the most of it.
We might have agreed to try to make this work between us, but we haven’t dared utter the question of what happens once summer is over. Once we’re all back to our respective places throughout the country.
I’m used to long and lonely nights, but it might feel different now we’re officially together. Before, I could lie to myself and almost be convincing that I didn’t have real feelings for either of them—that it was the sex that I missed. Will the pain of longing sting even more now that I’ve acknowledged I want to be with them? I’m too scared to find out, but it’s inevitable. I don’t want that moment to come.
I can’t say goodbye.
Not again.
Not now that we’ve chosen each other.
“Kiss me,” I tell Brady because I need that connection, that reminder of why we’re all here.
Together.
Brady doesn’t hesitate, and his freak-out is suddenly forgotten too. He throws his leg over my waist, straddling me but still standing so there’s no weight on my legs. He leans in, taking my mouth in the exact way I want it.
It’s a mixture of soft but still needy. His tongue strokes mine, and I can taste the promise. Once I’m fully healed, there’s going to be a marathon of nakedness—
“Brady, please. There are children present!”
Brady freezes on top of me, his lips stiff against mine until he mutters, “Fuck, they’re early.”
We slowly turn our heads, and I recognize Marcus Talon immediately from his good ol’ days of being on my TV every week. Sure, he was in football gear, but with the number of times he won the Super Bowl, his face was everywhere in the media.
There’s a whole group of them that seem like so many more people than there were on the video call.
He has his hands covering the eyes of someone who is clearly an adult, but I don’t realize who it is until the guy swats Marcus Talon’s hands away.
“Fuck off, Talon.”
My mouth drops. “You’re related to Jay Jackson from Radioactive?” He wasn’t on the video call. That I know for sure.
“He’s just Uncle Jet to me.”
I shake my head. The lead singer of one of my favorite bands is Uncle Jet. No biggie. “Okay, now I’m intimidated.”
Brady climbs off me. “Don’t be. He’s a kitten.”
“Fuck you too, Baby Talon,” Jay Jackson says to my boyfriend. “I’m fierce.”
The group of people behind him all say, “Uh-huh” or “Sure.”
Being the rock star that he is, he throws up double middle fingers to them all.
“I’m offended Jet intimidates him, but we don’t.” Marcus Talon turns to Shane Miller. “We’re going to need to change that.”
This whole moment is surreal, but nothing has changed. I knew Brady’s dads were famous, and I was totally okay with letting that go because, well, I guess athlete famous is one thing. But Hollywood famous is a whole other league. I’ll just have to keep reminding myself to be cool.
Brady hands me my crutches and helps me up. “Everyone, this is Prescott. Prescott … uh, everyone.”
Brady’s parents step forward first to shake my hand. “We’re Brady’s dads,” Marcus says. “You can call us Mr. Talon and Mr. Miller.”
“Uh—” I glance at Brady.