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)
Felix might have a point about telling my family—maybe not about Prescott and Kit specifically but about certain discoveries I’ve made thanks to them.
All throughout college, I felt like I was missing something when it came to dating. I’d meet guys, and they’d be great, but there’s always been something about relationships that have felt like they were holding me back or trying to squash me in a box.
I had an inclination, a hunch about what and who I wanted, but it wasn’t until I met Kit and Prescott that I realized being with more than one person isn’t a kink. It’s who I am.
I’m going to hate leaving the guys because they’re the perfect arrangement for me. Sure, the thought has crossed my mind that I could really have something with either or both of them, but I also know that they have their own strong connection with each other. The last thing I’d want is to be a third wheel in a relationship. Not that they’ve ever made me feel that way before, but … that’s sex. I wouldn’t even know how to navigate a relationship with two people.
There are many reasons I’m keeping Prescott and Kit a secret. The media would be a frenzy of drama and negativity—something the Talon-Miller family does not need. Sinful Marcus Talon and Shane Miller raised sexual deviants. Cue all the conservatives clutching their pearls and making arguments as to why queer people shouldn’t raise kids.
They can’t see that growing up in a nurturing environment where we were not only encouraged to live our truths but were pushed to explore them meant that we were free to be who we are. The world is a lot gayer than people like to think.
Because of how I was raised, I know my family would be supportive of me being poly, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t have concerns. Mainly revolving around Peyton’s and my careers.
And none of it matters anyway because tonight is probably going to be my last time with Kit and Prescott. I hate goodbyes, but if they’re not going to make it back in time for graduation, all we have is now.
When the guys know I’m coming over to their apartment, they leave the door unlocked for me. I run up the stairs of their walk-up to the top, too excited to slow down as I enter without warning.
The shouting doesn’t even register until it silences.
I pause inside the entryway. Footsteps sound, and both Kit and Prescott round the corner.
Kit immediately breaks into a comforting smile—something I’ve seen come out more and more as I’ve gotten to know him. His hardened features are easy to melt away unless I’m purposefully taunting him into keeping his stern persona in place. Prescott’s slower to wipe the scowl off his beautiful face, but he eventually cracks a smile too. A small one.
I’ve been standing here for more than five seconds, and usually, we’d all be naked by now. Or on our way to being naked.
“Is … this a bad time?” I ask. “I heard yelling.”
Prescott looks at Kit, but Kit’s nonchalant as he says, “Roommate stuff. Get your sexy ass over here.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
On my way, I shrug out of my jacket. Within seconds, I’m where I belong, sandwiched between two of the hottest men on the planet, and we’re in our own bubble where the outside world doesn’t exist.
Kit pulls me right to him, dropping his mouth to meet mine while he works open the buttons on my shirt. Prescott blankets my back with his strong chest and gets to work on undoing my jeans.
I moan around Kit’s tongue as he kisses me hard. These guys don’t do slow and sweet. At least, not while we’re all horny and pawing at each other. Prescott is generally less intense, but after we’ve come our brains out, it’s Kit who becomes the softer one. With each time we’ve hooked up, Kit has become less and less standoffish. At first, I thought it was because of his obvious hang-ups on Prescott, but being with him, seeing them together, I think it has more to do with Kit holding so much of himself back.
When my shirt drops to the floor, Kit pulls away and raises his arms over his head, pulling his T-shirt off in one quick swoop. His sweats go next.
Prescott sucks on my neck. I close my eyes and tilt my head to give him more access, but Kit steps into my space and grips my chin to tilt it upward.
“Open your eyes, Brady.” His voice is raspy and so sexy.
When I do as he says, Kit’s stormy gray gaze is on mine.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He sinks to his knees.
My boxer briefs don’t do anything to hide my hard cock, and I want nothing more than to move my hips closer so Kit’s mouth brushes over it, but Prescott has me pinned in place.