Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Boy Scout, you couldn’t be a bad anything,” Ken assured him. Brady could feel his heartbeat race against his lips. “What happened? In between the beer and firemen I mean.”
“Something’s wrong with James.”
“Any specifics?”
“I have no idea, but it doesn’t sound good. And if Owen’s drunken ramblings when I put him to bed have any merit, he’s not the only one. Rory’s unhappy too.”
“That’s harder to believe. Someone sent over a picture of Rory last night and he looked like he was having his usual amount of fun. And by that I mean too much with two men.”
“I’m serious.”
Ken wrapped one strong, slender leg over Brady’s hip, squeezing seductively. “And you should have already known your brothers were having problems, because your Finn blood is magically delicious and links you psychically?”
“I should have known because we’re brothers.” He shivered at the way Ken was scraping his short nails along his skin. He was practically purring he loved it so much. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Ken slid one hand between them in answer and did something that made Brady’s breath catch in his throat. “I know you have a big…hero complex, but you can’t solve all their problems right now. We have the wedding and Christmas to think about first. But we helped one Finn catch his bride. We could do it again if we put our heads together.”
Brady couldn’t help but smile. Ken always took the credit for that. They’d removed the last obstacles sure, but those two were like magnets. Eventually Stephen and Tasha would have come back together with or without Tanaka’s hacking skills. Brady’s fingers circled Ken’s growing erection and tightened on hot, hard flesh. “Our heads? Is that what you’re trying to put together?”
“Among other things.”
Brady stroked him once. Teasing. “So you want to make Sol’s single boys our next project? What if their problems have nothing to do with being single?”
Ken thrust himself impatiently into Brady’s tight fist. Someone missed him. “Ken?”
“Yes,” Ken gasped. “You know I love our projects. And we can solve any problems they have…but we can’t leave Seamus out. He’s the only single cousin you have left and he definitely needs help in the romance department. Oh God, do that again.”
“You’re impatient this morning,” Brady growled, lowering his head to bite Ken’s hard stomach teasingly before flipping him over on the bed and dragging him up to his knees. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“There’s my beast.” Unmistakable satisfaction clung to Ken as he looked over his shoulder at Brady. “I was worried you might be too tired out after that all night stripper party to give me what I wanted.”
Brady’s smile was wicked. “Were there strippers? I didn’t notice. And I could be comatose and it wouldn’t matter if you were around.” Brady lowered his body over Ken’s for a kiss filled with biting lips and tangling tongues. His body reacted the way it always did to this man. Only this man.
He could hardly remember what his life was like before Kenneth Tanaka. Hardly believed he’d ever tried to resist him. His heart started beating the day he’d woken up in Ken’s bed with a hangover from hell and no memory of the night before. He’d teased Owen for his codependence on Jeremy, but if someone told him he couldn’t be with Ken? If someone tried to keep him away, even if Ken was that someone? Well, he already knew from experience he wouldn’t be worth a damn without him.
Ken was groaning into his mouth, arching his hips in a not-so-subtle plea. Brady reached for the lube by the bedside and coated his erection, rubbing the excess between the cheeks of Ken’s tight, tawny ass and slipping two fingers inside.
“What is it you want?” He wrapped long thick hair around his fist, tugging. “This?” The head of his cock pushed inside those tight clenching muscles and he made a raw sound of need. “What about this?”
Ken moaned. “Yes. All of it.”
That primal feeling that overtook him every time they were together was back, filling Brady with the need to possess. “All of it,” he snarled as he felt his lover’s muscles tighten around his shaft when he was all the way in. “This is what I spent the night imagining. Waiting to come home to.”
Ken’s laugh was ragged and broken. “Did the firemen get you hot, baby?”
“You get me hot and you know it,” Brady muttered, his jaw pulsing with restraint, his body focused on drawing this out. “Your mouth full of cock cake drove me insane. It reminded me of the last wedding we went to. Remember? You were on your knees, taking every inch of me down your throat.”
“Oh God,” Ken moaned when Brady’s hands tightened in his hair. “It was just cake. I’d rather have you. Harder, Brady. Please.”