Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Everett finally stilled between my and Nash’s bodies. One of his hands was still on the back of my head, the other was on Nash’s upper arm. It seemed to take forever before he finally nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. “God help me, yes,” he repeated, then he was turning and pushing into my arms. Nash immediately took up position behind him. “Just, go slow, okay? It’s been… it’s been years for me.”
I nodded and looked at Nash who was watching me, his intense eyes dark with passion. Since I knew he and I were on the same page, I answered for both of us. “We’re not rushing this, baby.”
I kissed him and let my hands slide up and down his sides. He melted into me, but when I began tugging his dress shirt free of his slacks and went for the first button, Everett grabbed my wrists.
I immediately stopped what I was doing, and so did Nash.
“I…” Everett began, but then shook his hand.
I bent down to kiss him lightly. “Do you want to stop?”
He immediately shook his head. I looked down at where my fingers were still resting on the button. And I instinctively knew what the problem was. I dropped one of my hands and linked my fingers with his, then slowly maneuvered our joined hands between our bodies. I urged his hand open, then pressed it to my groin. He let out a harsh breath when he felt my erection. I kissed his neck as he began to rub me through my pants.
“Fuck,” I muttered as sensation rocketed through my entire body. I let him play with me for a moment, then took his hand and moved it behind him. I settled my hand over his as we both began to rub Nash’s hardness.
“Yes,” Nash practically snarled as he shoved his hips forward.
“For you, baby,” I murmured as I kissed Everett’s neck. “Doesn’t matter what flaws you think this shirt is hiding. You’re fucking beautiful, do you hear me?”
Everett nodded. His eyes were heavy with need and I loved the way he just watched me. So much trust.
“Can I take this off now?” I asked.
Another nod, then he was asking his own question. “Can I touch you, Gage?”
I smiled and kissed him. “Baby, you never have to ask me that question.”
Despite the person Everett had been in his other life, I knew he was battling a heavy dose of insecurity when it came to both his body and experience level with having sex with men. I highly suspected Pierce had been his only lover, and with Everett’s high-profile role and Pierce’s deployment overseas, sneaking time to be together couldn’t have been easy.
So I went slow as I unbuttoned his shirt.
Not an easy task, considering how badly I wanted to get him naked. Not to mention his warm hands were making me crazy as he slid them beneath my T-shirt. “Your skin is so hot,” Everett murmured as his hands curled around my back. “So beautiful, Gage.”
I kissed him gently, but that wasn’t enough for Everett, and despite my promise to take things slow, his seeking tongue was making that next to impossible. I managed to get his shirt unbuttoned, but Nash was the one to slide it off his shoulders. I let my hands roam over his skin and reveled in how soft it was. No, Everett didn’t have the body of twenty-year-old gym rat, but he was beautifully built. His skin had an olive hue to it and he was well muscled. He was leaner than both Nash and me, but he wasn’t a small man.
“Turn around, baby,” I said to Everett. “Let Nash see this beautiful body of yours.”
Everett’s skin flushed a pretty shade of pink at the compliment, then he did as I said and turned around. Nash was on him like a starved man. They kissed over and over again until they were forced to separate for some much-needed air. Nash’s eyes raked over Everett’s body, but he didn’t need to say anything. The pleasure he took from just looking at the older man was clear enough. Everett began working Nash’s shirt open, but didn’t make much progress because just moments later, the sound of a zipper being opened was followed by Everett’s throaty moan. He dropped his head back against my shoulder. I was tall enough that I could look over him to see Nash’s hand buried in Everett’s pants.
“I need to see him come,” Nash growled.
“Do it,” I practically ordered as I shoved Everett’s pants and underwear down.
“Oh God!” Everett cried as Nash began stroking him hard and fast. He wrapped one hand around Nash’s free arm and reached back to grab my thigh with his other. I knew he wouldn’t last long, so I quickly got my finger wet, then slid it between the globes of Everett’s ass. He jerked when I pressed it against his hole, then he was pumping harder into Nash’s hand, even as he tried to bump back against me at the same time. I massaged his opening for a few seconds, then began to press my finger inside of him.