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)
Prescott sinks into my arms. “I’ve missed these big hands on me.”
“I’ve missed your mouth more,” I rasp. “You going to give it to me?”
There’s a brief moment of panic where I think he isn’t, but then he leans in. I can already taste him just from the anticipation of his familiar mouth on mine. He moves closer. Less than an inch to go. And then? The fucker pauses. I’ve never wanted to punch him harder.
A desperate whimper leaves me without permission because I don’t beg. I don’t whimper.
Prescott still doesn’t give me what I want and looks over my shoulder. “I think Brady could sense us getting started without him.”
I listen and realize the shower’s not running anymore. “Think we should put on a show for him for when he gets back out here?”
Sure. For Brady. Honestly, any excuse to have Prescott’s mouth on me.
As if hitting the right nerve, pushing past the awkwardness between us, Prescott closes the gap and finally presses his lips to mine. That’s one thing we have in common: we’ll do anything to tease Brady and bring out his bratty side.
But there’s no predicting how much Prescott’s mouth on mine would bring me to my knees. I knew it would be difficult and that all those suppressed feelings might surface, but I am not prepared for it to take over.
I moan into his mouth, and he grips my hips in his large hands.
Prescott makes my heart race and my skin break out in goose bumps. My body yearns for his. He makes my gut flutter, my dick ache, and my brain ask useless questions like “Why can’t we have this forever?”
And for a stupid moment, I believe it could happen. That Prescott could one day love me the way I love him. But he’s not the only one in this fantasy. I picture a time in the future, after Brady gets dating and messing around out of his system, where he’ll be ready to settle down with us. It’s like imagining winning the lottery and envisioning how to spend every dollar. That tiny chance of it happening gives you hope, but time after time, reality hits you in the gut.
Brady’s footsteps sound, and then Prescott and I both get what we want: Brady whining.
“I’d almost forgotten how hot you two are together.”
I smile against Prescott’s lips.
“I get the sense I’m intruding.” Brady’s voice sounds so unsure that Prescott and I move at the same time. We break apart and approach Brady, who’s standing there in only a bath towel, his hair still wet from the shower.
Prescott and I have done this threesome thing more than Brady has—presumably—and we’ve learned that if one feels left out, it can ruin the experience for all of us.
“You’re never intruding,” I whisper into the back of Brady’s neck and press against him from behind.
“Never,” Prescott agrees and closes in on Brady’s front.
“Promise?” Brady asks, and I want to kiss him senseless.
Jealousy doesn’t belong in these types of situations. It’s a natural emotion, and it’s bound to happen, but the important part is showing that person how important they are to us. To me.
Brady might know how deeply I feel for Prescott, but there’s one thing he doesn’t know. He’s so much more than an excuse to get to Prescott. It started that way. They all did. Every guy we brought home from Bottoms Up served one purpose—to get me closer to Prescott. Until him.
Brady brings out my nurturing side. Prescott says I have it with everyone, but I don’t. It’s reserved for him, Brady, and it used to be for my rotating SEAL team at any given moment. Brady’s the only one who accepts it freely though. Hell, sometimes I think he craves it more than I do.
With Prescott and me, we’re always fighting for control because we thrive on it. He’s not the type of guy who’d ask to be held or taken care of, and I’d never want to change him. Brady makes me soft. The vulnerability and trust he puts in us when it comes to sex is so special and rare. And when the three of us are together, something magical happens. It’s something deeper disguised as sexual chemistry. I’m certain of it. I don’t know exactly what it is other than something I’d love to explore.
One day.
In an alternate reality because it can’t happen in this one.
“Let us show you how much we want to take care of you,” I say and then meet Prescott’s gaze.
Prescott agrees. “Yeah. Let us show you how much we love teasing. You specifically. Together.”
I nod. “It’s like a team-building exercise.”
Brady throws his head back and reaches behind him to grip my neck. “I don’t care what you call it. I need it.”
“You might regret that,” Prescott warns.
I turn and grab Prescott’s belt as well as my own from the kitchen counter, and when Brady tries to complain at my absence, Prescott takes Brady’s chin in his forefinger and thumb and moves it so Brady can see.