Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Little brat was determined that she didn’t have to nap this afternoon. Thinks she’s fully rested and fine. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t need rest.”
Grady nodded, feeling nervous. This was the first time they’d been on their own since he’d told Steele he loved him last night.
He could still feel the other man’s mouth against his. The kiss he’d never thought that he would get.
It had been incredible.
But now he couldn’t help but worry that Damon would regret it.
Steele walked to him and closed the lid of his laptop.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Grady snapped. “I was working.”
“It’s Sunday,” Steele replied.
“So?”
“We don’t work on Sundays.”
“We’ve always worked every day,” Grady replied.
“Not anymore. Not now that we have Effie to spend time with. She needs time with us and we need time with her.”
He made a good point.
“But she’s napping.”
“And we need to spend time with each other.” Steele swallowed heavily. “Even though we’ve been best friends for years, I figure this part of our relationship is new. So we should make sure that we don’t just ignore it or brush it aside. Fuck.” He took in a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is that you’re important to me and I don’t want to fuck this all up.”
Grady stared at him in shock. This was unexpected. He’d kind of been expecting Steele to push everything aside. But he was the one laying things out there.
Grady turned to fully face him. “I . . . you’re still good with everything that happened last night? I wasn’t sure you would be today.”
“It’s weird. Wasn’t unexpected, and yet at the same time it took me by surprise. Loved you for years, Thomas. You’re my best fucking friend. But I guess I ignored any feelings for you because . . . well, a number of fucking reasons. I didn’t want to ruin what we had if it went pear-shaped. Didn’t know what to do with these feelings. Plus, we’re both dominant guys. Didn’t know how that would work. And I can’t say I’ve ever been attracted to another guy before. Finding Effie . . . realizing I could let someone in like I did with her . . . I think it helped heal something in me. And then after the accident . . . when I realized I could have lost you both, I realized I’ve been an idiot.”
This was so much more than he’d been expecting. “It’s all right if you don’t want to take things beyond what we did last night.”
Steele narrowed his gaze and moved his hand to the side of Grady’s neck, squeezing. “Didn’t say that, did I?”
No, he hadn’t.
“I want to explore this attraction. These feelings. I know it might take some sorting out. We both like to be in charge. Maybe we work better when it’s three.”
Grady placed his hand on Steele’s chest. “Yes, I think we do. She’s our glue. She brought us together. Having her softens your edges, while she helps me let go. I think we can both agree that she comes first. It’s not about her being more important than me. It’s about her being more important than everything. And that’s the way it should be. For so long no one ever put her first. We do that for her.”
“Agreed,” Steele said immediately, the way Grady knew he would. “We work together to make sure her needs and wants are met. But we have to be strong to do that. And that means working on us too.”
“When did you become a relationship expert?”
“I’m a fast learner. Don’t worry, you’ll catch up to me one day. Maybe.”
“I made the first move,” Grady said.
“I was planning on making it soon.”
Liar.
Steele’s hand tightened around his neck and then his face moved closer. The kiss was strong, almost violent. Grady felt the urge to fight for control but held back this time.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Damon muttered, pulling back to stare down at him.
“There’s other parts of me you can taste,” Grady challenged.
Interest and arrogance filled Damon’s face. “Yeah? Same goes for you. Are you gonna get on your knees and suck my cock?”
“Are you going to let me fuck your ass?” Grady asked back. He could guess it was a no.
But to his shock, Steele looked thoughtful. “Not today. But never say never.”
Fuck. Arousal flooded Grady. Steele ran his hand down Grady’s chest toward his dick. He was dressed casually in jeans and a button-up shirt. While Steele was wearing a T-shirt and gray sweatpants. Which Grady fucking loved.
He reached out and shoved his sweatpants down, revealing his thick, long dick.
“No boxers,” Grady muttered.
Steele just grinned. It was a wicked, devious grin. Grady couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his cock and running his hand along it in long, slow strokes.
“Fuck. Fuck me.”
One day. Grady pumped him harder with firm strokes. Steele’s breath came in sharp pants.