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)
“They really are crazy,” Prescott says.
“In Brady’s defense, he did warn us.”
“That’s true.”
On the drive on the way home, I glance over at Brady. “Admit it. It wasn’t so bad.”
“It wasn’t the complete disaster I was anticipating. And how’s this for weird? I thought my brother was going to be pissed about keeping you guys from him, but all he did was hug me and tell me I deserve to be happy. What is up with that?”
My gaze finds Prescott in the rearview mirror, where his leg’s stretched out across the back seat, and he’s smiling. I’d bet anything that he went to bat for Brady while we were playing football. I saw Peyton and him in a deep conversation.
“It came from being your brother,” I say. “Because he loves you.”
“I know that. I just … I dunno. I was expecting him to be upset. We don’t have secrets, and the longer I kept you guys from him, the harder it was to say anything at all.”
“You had your reasons,” Prescott says. “And he understands them.”
Brady turns in his seat. “Did you say something to him?”
Prescott pretends to think. “I said a lot of things to him.”
“Pres …” Brady warns.
“I might have pointed out what you were willing to sacrifice for his career.”
“That’s it? No threats?”
“Does telling him that Kit and I have been trained to kill men a hundred different ways count as a threat? I thought it was a great conversation starter.”
“You didn’t … did you?”
Prescott bursts into laughter. “Fuck no. I actually want your brother to like me.”
Brady takes out his phone. “Well, if the family group chat has anything to say about it, everyone loves you two. A few of them think you’re both hot.”
“Which ones?” I ask.
“No way am I telling you. You’re mine, not theirs.”
A groan comes from the back.
“Can we hurry up and get home?” Prescott asks. “I have a bit of a dilemma that needs taking care of.”
I don’t need to look back to know what it is. “You like it when Brady’s possessive, huh?”
“I love it, and I haven’t been able to do anything about it since the accident. Please take me home and take advantage of me in my poor, injured state.”
Brady and I glance at each other and grin.
“I have an idea,” Brady says. “It involves Prescott on his back—”
“I’m in,” Prescott says.
“I haven’t finished. You on your back. Me on top of you—”
“Still in.”
“And then Kit on top of me. Provided we can keep our weight off the top of Prescott’s leg.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I ask, remembering what he said while I was filming him to send to Prescott.
Both of us.
At the same time.
“At this point, I don’t even care if it hurts my leg,” Prescott says. “Hurry up and get home so we can make this happen.”
I don’t think I’ve ever made it to my apartment in record time before.
Getting out of the car is another story. With Prescott on crutches, it feels like it takes an eternity to get him through the door.
“Get on the bed,” I order him. “I’m going to remove all the leftover food off Brady’s body and start getting him ready in the shower.”
Prescott salutes me. “Sure thing, boss.”
“Your sarcasm is so sexy,” I say.
“Hey, Brady’s the one who likes taking orders, not me. I take enough orders every day.”
“Can you please go and strip naked for us?” I ask nicely.
“That’s better, but you know I was going to do it anyway.”
I do, but I don’t mind tucking away my demanding side for Pres.
I take Brady’s hand and pull him toward the bathroom, but apparently, I’m moving too slow for him. He ends up dragging me in there and stripping off before I even get the water running.
When he’s completely naked, he starts on my clothes while I turn on the water and reach for the lube in the top drawer.
Brady nips at my neck while undoing my pants, and I laugh. The potato salad dressing has dried in his hair.
“Why are you laughing and not prepping me like you promised Prescott?”
“Because you’re a mess.” I run my hand through his hair. Or try to. My fingers get stuck on the crusty bits. “And it’s adorable.” I slap his ass for him to get in the shower.
“Adorable or sexy?”
“Definitely adorable.”
He pouts, and I laugh more.
Prescott calls out, “Stop playing and get to work. I’m getting impatient.”
“It’s been twenty seconds,” I yell back.
“I’m needy,” Prescott says.
“He’s not the only one,” Brady says. “Let’s give him what he wants.”
I join him under the water. “As impatient as he is, if we’re doing this, we’re going to have to go slow to get you ready properly.”
I’d love to rush this because I’m just as excited to share him with Prescott in that way, but I don’t want him to get hurt.