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)
The way he kisses, the way he fucks, all the way down to his chosen profession and his family. He might not like talking about his family, but it’s obvious they mean a lot to him. Brady knows what’s important. He makes us a priority in his life, which lets me know that he cares about us way more than he should. Way more than we agreed on.
But that’s okay because I’m starting to suspect I feel the exact same way.
“Where’s your client?” Kit asks, making Brady break the kiss.
I’ve never hated Kit more.
“He’s with the other intern Thad. I told them I was going to go to reception to ask for firewood.”
“How long does that give you? Five minutes?” I trace my lips over his cheek and down his neck. “That doesn’t give me nearly enough time to do what I want to do to you.”
Brady shivers. “Nah, I told Kelley I needed a break from Thad, and I told Thad I needed a break from work and then said to both of them I was going to get the firewood. I have until at least dinner.”
“You’re a genius,” Kit says.
“No, I’m horny, and I’ve missed you guys, so take me to bed already.”
He doesn’t need to ask us twice.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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Prescott’s certainly not complaining about being cold now.
We’re a naked pile of intertwined limbs, sweat, and cum. The only sounds to fill the room are our heavy breaths and the crackling fireplace that I lit before the guys got here.
I could stay like this forever. In their arms. Happy.
“Didn’t you say something about having to be back for dinner?” Kit asks.
No. I don’t want to think about that. I want to bask in this. In this moment.
I asked them to be here for me, and they came. I thought it was a long shot. I didn’t think it was possible. When I asked them, I was fully prepared for them to say they can’t get away. I would’ve understood. But this … this means so much to me. And now that I’ve got the need to blow my load out of my system, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here, wrapped up in them. I want to know what they’ve been up to, how their work is going—whatever they’re allowed to tell me.
I haven’t only missed their warm bodies. I’ve missed them. I’ve missed the teasing and the way they take care of me.
“Brady?” Kit nudges me.
“Calm your balls,” I complain. “My brain is only now coming back online. You short-circuited it.”
“You’re welcome,” Prescott says. “But speaking of dinner, what is there to eat around here?”
“There’s a restaurant on-site or a convenience store in the lobby with some basics. If I can, I’ll sneak you some food from the cabin I’m staying in. We came with a fully stocked fridge for the big and tough baseball player who’s freaking out over ruining his career after his rookie season.”
“Sounds like hard work,” Prescott says.
It’s not really, just exhausting. I start to slowly make my way out of bed. I find my boxer briefs and put them on. I should shower, but Kelley and Thad are probably wondering where I am. “That’s the thing. It’s not hard work, which is why Uncle Damon put two interns on the job, but Kelley is … sensitive. He’s had a couple of harsh comments online, so it’s basically our job to get him to stop dwelling on it, but it’s kind of hard when Thad holds resentment over Kelley because he’s in the big leagues when Thad couldn’t even make the minors after college and now he’s in his backup career.” I sigh just thinking about walking back into that cabin and dealing with both their broody moods. “Ooh, idea. What if we chop off one of my hands and put it on their doorstep and pretend I’m being held for ransom? That could buy us all the time we need while you guys are here.”
Kit and Prescott look at each other, and Kit mumbles, “And he says this Kelley guy is dramatic.”
“Fine. It doesn’t actually have to be my hand. We could find a dummy hand and pretend it’s mine.”
Kit stands and rounds the bed, standing naked in front of me. His muscles are tight, his abs still insanely defined even though he’s been at a desk job for two years now. “How about this …” Uh-oh. He’s using his adult tone. “You go do what you have to do, and then when the other two are asleep, you can come down here and join us.”
“I feel guilty inviting you here and then not being with you.”
Prescott joins in now, all his golden-brown skin on display. How do they think I’m supposed to walk out of here when they look so glorious naked?