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)
“Brady,” I croak, the impatient tone giving him warning.
“I’m close.”
“What do you need?” I whisper.
“I need … need …” He’s even closer than I thought. He needs that extra push.
“Kit?” I ask. “You need Kit?”
“Yes,” he hisses. “Please.”
“I’m on it.” Kit climbs back onto the bed in front of Brady. He bats my hand away and swallows Brady’s dick.
I slow my thrusts because I know with every single one, Brady will move inside Kit’s mouth, but then Kit and I lock eyes, and he gives me an almost imperceptible nod, but I get it. We still have that nonverbal communication from when we were on the same SEAL team.
Working together, I let loose on Brady’s ass while Kit takes all of it. And watching him, watching Brady’s cock slip between Kit’s lips, it feels like Kit’s mouth is wrapped around my own dick.
Where I didn’t think it was possible, when Brady tenses, his ass tightening around me while he fills Kit’s mouth, it’s all over for me too. The sight of Brady’s cum slipping down Kit’s chin is what does it. It hits suddenly but softly. Instead of a rush, it’s a slow burn. Warmth and satisfaction wash over me until I slump and roll onto my back.
My dick slips from Brady’s ass, but he doesn’t move. Kit’s the only one who still has any energy.
He stands from the bed and goes back to packing, throwing clothes at us in the process. “Get dressed.”
In unison, both Brady and I let out a long whine and then laugh.
I go to the bathroom and take care of the condom, wash my face, brush my teeth, and then reluctantly head back into the bedroom to throw my clothes on.
Brady hasn’t moved from his spot.
I poke his back with my big toe. “Did I kill you?”
“Yep. Can’t. Move. And unlike you, it doesn’t matter if I miss my flight.”
“But do you really want to be here on your own?” I ask.
That gets him moving. He sits up. “No. One week wasn’t enough.”
I glance between Kit and Brady and agree. “One week will never be enough.”
The mood takes a dive really fast. I get the sense Brady won’t bring up what we spoke about, so I take it upon myself to do it.
“Hey, Kit? Brady and I were talking about possibly meeting up outside of … this arrangement.”
Kit’s gaze flits between the both of us. “Just the two of you?”
I run my words back over in my head and realize the mistake. “No. Well, maybe. But we mean—”
“Any of us,” Brady says. “Over the summer, I was in LA, but I wasn’t sure what Prescott would think if I turned up at his apartment unannounced. Or how you’d feel if I saw him without you.”
“And you two are only six hours apart,” I add. “We didn’t discuss what the rules would be if we found ourselves in the same town.” I know Kit had been to Coronado, but both times, I was on a training mission so didn’t get to see him.
It doesn’t seem to be as easy a decision as it was for Brady and me, and I get the impression Kit’s holding something back.
Eventually, he agrees. “If that’s what you both want.”
“Is it what you want?” I ask.
“I didn’t actually think about it until now. I mean, when I was sent to Coronado, I thought I’d see you, but I didn’t think it would have been like …” He points in a triangle to each of us. “This. But if you two want to do that, then I guess it’s okay. It might be a little weird because our deal up until now has always been about the three of us, but I think as long as we all communicate about it, it’ll be fine. And if any of us are uncomfortable with it, we speak up.”
“Deal.” Brady jumps up and goes over to Kit to kiss him.
Kit’s the one to pull back. He slaps Brady’s ass. “Get dressed already, and stop trying to delay us.”
“If you want me to go faster, spanking me isn’t the way to do it.”
The little shithead bends over, picking up the clothes on the bed with a dramatic bend in his back so his ass sticks out, but Kit has willpower of steel. He doesn’t take the bait.
“Fine.” Brady straightens but then pauses. “Wait. These are navy sweats. Where are my clothes?”
Kit rubs the back of his neck. “They could be in Prescott’s stuff for all I know. I just threw everything in the closest bag.”
“Mine now.” Brady goes commando and pulls on my sweats. “I’m military, bitches.”
“That’s cute,” I say. Though he does look amazing in my clothes. It’s like he’s branded in us. By us.
The way Kit’s eyes darken with lust, I’d say he finds Brady way more than cute. He has such a soft spot when it comes to Brady, and it’s hot as fuck watching him check the time on his phone, sigh, and step forward to kiss the tip of Brady’s nose. Like he doesn’t have the time to give that little bit of affection but does it anyway.