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)
It’s all top secret, and we have rules in place so the navy doesn’t find out we’re fraternizing, but it all doesn’t matter now because the fucker is moving. To Virginia.
And if it weren’t for Brady being here, I’d still be screaming about it.
Kit’s going to be the next Sea, Air, and Land liaison at the Pentagon. Sure, it’s an amazing opportunity, but this isn’t an order. He volunteered for the position, and because no other SEAL wanted to step back from active duty to move to what is essentially a desk job, he had no competition. This type of position usually goes to guys past their peak, not thirty-year-old sailors at the top of their game.
The thing I hate most about what he’s done is he didn’t even ask me what I thought. Because he knew I’d shut it down before it was too late.
The thought of not seeing Kit every single day makes me want to cry. Or yell. So, I’m going to have to settle for fuck instead.
I remain where I am for now, watching as Kit slowly undresses while kissing Brady senseless. In these in-between moments where Brady is recovering, Kit is so gentle with him, and seeing them like that … it does things to my insides that has never happened with anyone else before.
Even though we’ve known for months that this will all end, my stupid brain has been thinking long-term and of ways we could continue what we have. Somehow. But the time has come to accept that it’s not possible.
I try to tell myself that this is all surface-level shit because really, we don’t know much about Brady, and when he is here, it’s not like we talk about real stuff. But I’m realizing, too late, that maybe I feel more than surface stuff for them. Both of them. For different reasons. Trying for anything more would be a disaster though. Especially if it’s going to be long-distance now.
Brady is ten years younger than us, but he doesn’t look it. He’s bulky and tall—not as tall or filled out as Kit or me but still larger than the average twenty-year-old. He says his family is big into football, and it’s cute he thinks we didn’t personally vet him after our first night together. But if he doesn’t want us to know that his dads are the infamous Marcus Talon and Shane Miller, NFL legends, then we’re not going to blow his cover.
Even if we’re desperate for an autograph, we’re not desperate enough to lose Brady.
Both Kit and Brady are naked now, still lazily kissing while hands explore. Brady grabs Kit’s full, round ass and squeezes, drawing out a moan from my roommate.
Kit’s eyes meet mine as he pulls back from Brady’s mouth. “Are you joining us, or are you just going to watch all night?”
I force a smile for Brady’s benefit because I don’t want to drag him into our mess. “You know I like to watch.”
Brady turns in Kit’s arms, putting his back to him. Kit grips onto Brady’s hips and grinds his hard cock against Brady’s ass cheek.
“I need both of you tonight,” Brady says, and I love how this college guy is somehow confident with his words and his actions but still manages to blush when we’re with him.
He reaches for me, and like being tied to a string at the end of his fingertips, I go to him. As soon as I take his hand, Brady pulls me against him and kisses me hard. His arms go around my waist, holding me close, but Kit’s hands are in more of a hurry to get me naked. His fingers tuck into the waistband of my sweats and push them down my legs. I don’t break away from Brady as I step out of them, but when I go back to him and press against him, my hard cock against his exhausted one, he forces us apart and lifts my shirt.
“Take me to bed?” Brady pleads.
And this is the part I love most. Watching as Kit calls the shots. Giving Brady exactly what he didn’t ask for but still giving him what he wants.
It’s a power trip being part of that, and while it’s usually Kit leading things with me following, tonight, I need something more.
I run my hand over Brady’s light brown hair that’s longer than either of ours thanks to military regulations and grip it at the roots. “I think out here is perfect for what I want to do with you.”
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Get on your knees for me.”
Brady quivers the way I want him to, but before he can get down on the floor, I pull him closer to me and murmur in his ear.
“You’re going to suck my cock while Kit preps your tight ass.”
He whimpers this time, and it only urges me on.