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)
“In any way? What if I ask for it?” I bat my eyelashes one more time.
“Jesus H. Christ,” Kit hisses in my ear.
“Mm, seems you’ve found a way to make Kit weak in the knees,” Prescott says. “We’re going to have so much fun with you.”
“So, you said your apartment is close?”
“It’s the apartments on Second Street.”
“The SEAL apartments? I’m familiar.” They’re regular apartments, but everyone knows them as where a lot of navy guys live. I send Felix the text with the details and also tell him not to share the photo anywhere. Not that he would anyway because he’s the only person who knows about my penchant for more than one man in my bed, and he isn’t going to out me, but I add it so he knows how important it is this particular time.
Kit narrows his gaze. “How familiar are you with our building?”
“I haven’t slept with any of your teammates, if that’s why you’re asking. I might have hooked up with a guy who lived there, but he wasn’t a SEAL. It turns out it wasn’t even his apartment. He was crashing with a friend who was a SEAL, and he pretended to be one too. He was kind of a dick, actually.”
Prescott pulls me close again as we start walking. “Let’s show you how real SEALs do it.”
I say in a high-pitched and for some reason Southern accent, “All my dreams are coming true.”
Prescott glances over at Kit. “I like him.”
Kit’s face pulls tight, as if he’s gritting his teeth, and I know that look. It’s the same look the last couple had when things started to get too real.
Prescott and Kit might be somewhere between roommates and something more, but one thing’s for sure: Kit doesn’t like sharing Prescott. The look is almost enough for me to call this off, but it’s only sex. Kit can have Prescott all to himself tomorrow.
When we get to their building and they lead me inside, I stop just outside their door, my conscience telling me to at least make sure.
“I want to double-check that you two are cool with doing this? Like, I want to come between you two, but I don’t want to come between you … if you get what I mean.”
Kit relaxes. A little. “It’s sweet of you to check, but this isn’t our first rodeo.”
“Giddyup.” Prescott smacks my ass.
Kit screws up his face. “Really, dude?”
“You’re the one who mentioned rodeos. Which made me think of riding. Which made me think of—”
Kit holds up his hand. “We know what it made you think of.”
The joking eases whatever tension I could sense before, and I’m so ready for this. I step through the door and prepare myself for one night of whatever goes, because as much as I’d love to come back here another time, it’s safer if I don’t.
No one can find out about this side of me. Not if I want the life my dads and brother expect of me. My brother’s slated to be the next biggest thing in football, and eventually, I will be his agent.
Prescott’s and Kit’s careers aren’t the only thing in jeopardy if the photo is leaked. I grew up in the public eye, even though my dads tried to shield my brother and me from it. They were the first out gay couple to be in the NFL together, so their whole careers were scandalous. Everything they’ve done since then has come under scrutiny. Becoming parents. Raising us boys. Me turning out to be gay. It’s a whole mess that I don’t want to add to.
So this has to remain my thing. I don’t like that it has to be that way, but at the same time, it makes what I’m about to do even hotter. I shouldn’t be here, letting these two grown-ass men have their way with me, but the forbidden element, the risk … it rushes through my veins and gives me a high.
“Drink first?” Kit asks me.
“No.” I’m practically buzzing out of my skin. “I want you both so badly.”
Kit’s gray eyes darken as he steps toward me. He towers over me, his massive muscles bulging out of his tight shirtsleeves. And then he lets out the sexiest growl I’ve ever heard. “It’s cute you think you’re in charge here.”
I shudder because it’s the exact kind of thing that turns me on. I want to ask them to boss me around. I want them to make me beg.
Kit closes the small gap between us. “Do you have any limits?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
Kit steps back, and I already miss the warmth of his body pressed against me. “You have done this before, haven’t you?”
I laugh. “I’ve done …” How to word this delicately? “… a lot of things, but if you’re asking to whip out nipple clamps and chains, I’m less experienced with that. Not opposed to it, but it’s hard to know if I have a limit with things I haven’t done before.”