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)
“You look wet,” Brady says.
“I’m about to go get all this salt water off me in the shower if either or both of you care to join me.”
Brady, of course, doesn’t hesitate, and as I watch them go inside together, I try to picture it happening in the future without the option to follow them.
Damn it. This vacation wasn’t supposed to be about deep thoughts and contemplations. It’s all fun. Only fun. Nothing has changed, and there’s no real future between the three of us.
Maybe I need to let whatever happens happen, and we can go from there.
It’s not like I can be heartbroken from a hookup arrangement.
Right?
Why is it that a weeklong training mission feels like a month, but a week on leave flies by in a blink?
We all need to get up to pack and head for the airport, but it’s so warm in bed with both of them. We’ve spent the last seven days fucking Brady every which way we could think of, and he’s come so many times I’ve started worrying for his health. Losing that much bodily fluid can’t be safe, can it?
Me, on the other hand, I’m going to need a vacation from my vacation. I thought BUD/s training was hard. It’s got nothing on the sexual stamina of Brady Talon. Okay, so maybe that’s being overly dramatic, but I can’t help it.
I’m dead tired, and if I could, I’d lie here for the next week and not move. It’s a gut-warming emotion I don’t get to experience often, but I’m … happy.
The warm and fuzzies disappear, though, when Kit reminds us, “We’re going to miss our flights.”
“I don’t see a problem with that,” Brady says and then grinds back against me.
I grip his hip hard. “We don’t have time for that because someone promised we’d pack last night after he had his fill.”
“And I’m still not full,” Brady says.
“Will you ever be?” I murmur into the back of his neck.
“Of you two? Never.”
And even though I thought it would be impossible to get hard again, Brady manages to get me there with just his words. Okay, and his hand reaching behind him to stroke me also helps.
I kiss his shoulder and thrust into his fist.
The bed shifts, and Kit stands. “You take care of him while I pack for all of us because I have no idea how this place managed to get so trashed.”
I do: Brady. He’s a mess. I find it funny, but that might have more to do with the way it makes Kit cringe.
Kit grabs a condom and lube on the nightstand and passes them to me.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He nods. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again until our next meet anyway. I’m spent.”
Next meet. He wants this to happen again, and I already can’t wait for it.
We haven’t had the conversation yet about what’s going to happen during this year—whether or not we’re comfortable with meeting up separately—and I know time is running out to ask about it, but I haven’t had the balls to bring it up. And Brady hasn’t mentioned it again.
Brady whines, grinding against me some more. “Hurry up. Ugh, next year, I’m making us all get a blood panel done so we don’t have to waste time with condoms. I need it, and I need it now.”
The thought of going bare with both of them … fuck, I want that. The navy regularly tests us, but we’ve never really spoken to Brady about his history, and now’s not the time to do it. So instead, I roll the condom down my shaft, cover it in lube, and say, “Next year,” before I push inside him slowly.
By some miracle, I’m hard, but I don’t know how long that’ll last. All I need to do is last long enough for Brady to get off. I’m basically ruling out any chance of me coming again. I’ve lost count at how many orgasms I’m up to over the week, but it’s been more than I ever thought possible in such a short window of time.
Even though he’s still stretched, the lube is only on my dick, so it’s tight when I slide in deeper. He squeezes around me and shudders.
“I’m suddenly regretting volunteering to pack,” Kit rumbles from somewhere behind us.
“Does it really matter if we all miss our flights?” I ask, my voice breathless and heavy.
“Well, you might be charged with desertion if you’re late to report back to port.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Brady reaches behind him and pushes my ass so I sink inside him further. “Less talking, more fucking.”
I slam inside, losing myself in him, and the frantic sounds of Kit throwing things in bags are drowned out by Brady’s needy moans. Our bodies come together over and over again. I’m desperate for it to last, but at the same time, he needs to come soon because as much as I’d love to stay inside him all day, Kit’s right. I can’t miss my flight. I run my hand down his chest and wrap my fingers around his hard cock.