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 unstoppable at this point. Inevitable. Impending …
I can’t. Hold … out.
Brady’s shudder, followed by his ass tightening around my cock, sends me over the edge, and my body floats while my brain tells me to keep going. I need to keep fucking Brady until I’m sure he’s come too. Kit makes a choking noise, and Brady slumps, and only then do I let myself come to a stop. Every last, slow thrust inside Brady makes me shiver.
And when I finally pull out of him, the three of us fall into a pile of twisted limbs on the floor.
“I’ll get up and go home as soon as I catch my breath,” Brady says, but by the sound of his wispy voice, I can only assume that will be never.
I don’t want him to leave. As much as I’m desperate to yell at Kit some more, what the three of us have is rare. It started as fun, and that’s all it has been. But staring at the end of us … living it … I’m not ready yet.
“Stay,” I blurt.
Kit lifts his head, his gray eyes meeting mine. “Huh?”
“He should stay with us tonight.”
It’s Brady’s turn to look at me. “I … I haven’t done that before.”
“What, you can have our dicks inside you, but you draw the line at sharing a bed with us?”
Brady laughs. “Hey, I’m good with it if you are. I just figured you guys didn’t do sleepovers. Every time we’ve hooked up—”
I reach for his hand, which is right by mine. “It’s our last night. You said it yourself.”
“I’ll stay.”
Kit helps Brady off the floor and then looks at me.
“We’ll take Kit’s bed,” I say. “It’s bigger.”
And as we each clean ourselves up and move to Kit’s room, still naked, I can’t help the pang of longing that hits my chest when we’re curled up together with Brady between Kit and me.
It’s a heartbreakingly perfect moment that will never happen again.
So I hold on tighter and breathe them in to try to remember this for as long as I can.
CHAPTER FIVE
kit
I can’t sleep. Despite the amazing sex, it wasn’t enough to wear me out. Physically, I’m exhausted, but I’m all jumbled up inside.
I stare at the ceiling while Brady is curled into my side, with Prescott spooning him from behind.
This move to Virginia is the right one. The job will be good for my career. Distance from Prescott will be good for my heart.
It’s not my fault I went and fell in love with him. It’s his fault for being him.
I knew he’d be pissed when I broke the news to him—hence doing it after I sent Brady a text to come to our place—but I expected him to be over it by the time we’d come our brains out. Maybe it was the wrong time to bring it up, but I knew he wouldn’t make a scene in front of Brady.
Prescott covered his anger well, but taking control the way he did was a clear-cut message to me. He can’t control what I do, so he was controlling something he could. I’m not sure if Brady noticed the switch in Prescott, but I did.
Brady’s too important to both of us to drag him into our mess, and tonight is supposed to be about him. Prescott is deploying, I’m leaving, and come May, Brady will be graduating and moving to New York.
I slip out of bed, careful not to wake either of them, put on some underwear, and go to the kitchen for a glass of water. It does nothing to wet my dry mouth.
Instead of going back to bed, where I’m going to continue to stare at the ceiling, I move out on our balcony that overlooks the complex’s pool. Not that I can see it because it’s the middle of the night, but the view into pitch-black darkness is more fitting to my mood than staring at the dated popcorn ceiling above my bed.
I’m doing the right thing.
I am.
But I must not have been as quiet as I hoped because Brady appears, wearing a pair of my sweats with his light brown hair disheveled from sleep. I love that he’s comfortable enough to wear my clothes and make himself at home, even though we haven’t done the sleepover thing before. He has napped in between rounds, hung out till all hours of the morning, but he’s always gone before sunrise.
Back when Prescott and I were his age, we always knew we wanted to be SEALs, but we spent so much time trying to make that happen that it wasn’t until later that we began working ourselves out. We both knew we were gay, that we were sailors and military for life. But it was like that was our entire personalities. To be Brady’s age and know who he is, what he wants, and what he doesn’t want, it’s admirable.