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)
Together.
Ready to start the rest of our lives.
And someone is trying to ruin it already by sneaking out.
“No. Bad Kit,” I say.
“Go back to sleep, and I’ll be home before you know it.”
“But my family will be here soon, and I haven’t come today. It’s amazing my dads and brother gave me two days to settle in before coming to annoy us. We need to take advantage of what little time they’re giving us.”
“They won’t be here until lunch. You’re being dramatic. I’ve lost count how many times you’ve come over the last forty-eight hours.”
I huff. “We were apart for so long. We have to make up for every orgasm we didn’t share over the last twelve months.”
Kit manages to pull out of my hold. “Prescott, you’re up.”
“Sleep,” Prescott grunts. “You can come later.”
Kit leans over and kisses the top of my head. “It wouldn’t kill you to learn some patience anyway.”
“Why did I move in with you two again?” I complain.
“Because you love us,” Prescott says.
“Apparently.”
Prescott rolls over. “Fine. Come here. I’m in the mood for some bondage.” His arms and one leg wrap around me, and he pins me to the bed. Then proceeds to fall back asleep.
“This isn’t the kind of bondage I like.”
“You can’t move, can you?”
“Prescott,” I whine.
“Good luck,” Kit sings on the way out.
“I want sex,” I demand.
He covers my mouth with his hand. “Ooh, look, more kink. I like you bound and gagged.”
I wriggle my way out of his hold. “Cuddling is not bondage, and your hand is no ball gag.”
Prescott laughs. “You sound so offended.”
“I am. If I’m not going to come, I may as well get some caffeine.” I climb out of bed.
“Yes, please.”
“No, no, you’re sleepy. You sleep now.” I throw a pillow at him.
He pushes the pillow off him. “You’re asking for it.”
“Duh. I’ve been asking for it all morning.”
I walk into the kitchen to find Kit at least put the espresso machine on for me before he left. I’m grateful, but now I can’t pretend to be mad at him anymore.
Same goes for Prescott when he ambles out of the bedroom in his boxer briefs and closes in behind me. “If you give me caffeine, I’ll give you what you want.” He stays pressed against me while I make us lattes, and his cock against my ass gets harder and harder as he follows me around the small kitchen.
“Can you give me what I want first?” I ask.
Prescott pushes me against the counter, but instead of giving me what I asked for, he reaches around me and takes his coffee. “Later. Kit wants to teach you patience.”
“Since when do you listen to Kit?”
He pulls away. “Whenever I feel like it, and right now, I feel like it.”
“Is this what our relationship is going to be like? You were so nice when there were thousands of miles between us.”
“Are you saying you prefer the distance?”
“You woke up and chose violence today.”
“I did, but just think how hot it’ll be if we can time it for when Kit gets home. I’m thinking we could prep each other, so that when he walks through those doors, I’ll have you on your hands and knees on the rug, taking you from behind, and then Kit can drop his cute little shorts and sink inside me with no prep time.”
Fucking hell. “Kit better make it a quick workout.”
“Come out onto the balcony with me.”
Outside, Prescott leans against the railing, putting his amazing ass and back muscles on display. I almost don’t want to join him just so I can enjoy the view, but he glances over his shoulder at me and smiles. There’s no way I can hold myself back from that.
As I approach, he pulls me close and wraps his arm around me, gripping my hip.
“It feels so good to have you back in my arms,” he says and then sips his coffee.
“This past year has sucked balls, and not in the fun way.”
With Kit flitting between the two of us, Prescott and I haven’t been alone for that whole time. We had occasional weekends where Kit and I could fly out to see Pres, but it was always the three of us then.
“I missed you.” I lean in and kiss his cheek.
“I missed you too. So much. And I want you to know that even though we haven’t had as much time together as Kit and either of us, my feelings for you are still the same. I still want the future we’ve mapped out. There’s no going back for me.”
I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear those words until this second. I close my eyes and soak it in. On a wistful sigh, I let out, “I love you, Jimmy Prescott.”
“I love you too.” He lifts his coffee mug, directing my attention to the pool below us where Kit’s doing laps. “So does he. We’re his world, and he deserves the same from us.”