Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I’m getting ahead of myself.
I just need to enjoy the moment. Whenever and whatever the moment might be.
“I can’t believe you won’t tell us about it,” Blake says.
Kain clenches his jaw and lowers his silverware. “I told you that what happens between us and Gabriella separately should stay our own business. Having a big public discussion about it isn’t for me. You’ll find out what it’s like to be with her soon enough. You don’t need me spilling the details.”
“Did you bust a nut in record time? Is that why you’re being so fucking coy?” Blake asks.
“What do you think?” Kain looks between us, his nostrils flaring.
“I’m sure Kain ensured the Nowak name wasn’t damaged.”
Blake nods, amused as always at our youngest brother’s defensiveness and competitiveness. “You must have jerked off like a sixteen-year-old nerd before you went over there.”
“Is that your plan?” Kain asks Blake. I won’t admit that I’ve thought about doing it. Draining the weasel seems like a good idea. When I get to enjoy my part of the deal, I want to be able to make an impression. Just recalling the image of Gabriella’s pussy sets me off. It was like a sweet pink rose, with soft petals I wanted to run my fingers over.
Shit. I’m glad my brothers can’t read my mind. They’d think I’m a complete loser if they could.
I might be the largest of us, but I’m the one with the biggest heart. The softest heart too. At least that’s what our mom used to tell me. She said God sent me first because he knew I’d always be kind to my baby brothers. Sometimes I want to bang their heads together, but I never do because I know she’s looking down on us and I want her to see the best in me like she did before she died.
“Don’t you worry about me,” Blake says.
“His dick has got so many holes in it, he’ll probably struggle to get it up,” Kain snorts.
“Piercings are all about a woman’s pleasure, Kain. Maybe you should think about getting some.”
“Anyone who tries to put needles in my junk is going to lose theirs.”
It’s safe to say that Kain and Blake have very different opinions when it comes to body modification. I’m with Blake on tattoos but Kain on piercings. Let’s just say people would die if they came anywhere near my dick with anything remotely sharp.
“So, who’s next? Can you tell us that at least?” Blake forks his last bite and tosses his silverware down, leaning back with satisfaction and fixing his gaze on Kain.
“She didn’t say. I guess it depends on when she’s horny…and she’s not going to ask for any of us by name. Just put a message out for whoever is available.”
“And leave us to fight it out?” That’s a direct challenge if I ever heard one, but I’m used to Blake being that way. He likes to poke and prod us with his humor and see who’ll be the first to bite back.
Kain licks over his teeth and drinks what’s left of his water, taking his time to reply. “I think we’re mature enough to figure out a way to determine who answers the call.”
I disagree with that sentiment, but I’m not going to say so. “Maybe it would help to set some parameters so that it’s easier to work out. For example, if one of us is available, that’s easy. If two of us are available, it should default to whoever didn’t go last time.”
“And if there’s three of us available, like right now?”
I push my plate into the center of the table and rest my arms against the cool wood. The patience I require for my middle brother is way more than my baby brother. Go figure. “Again, it should default to whoever hasn’t been the longest.”
“Unless she asks for one of us in particular?” Trust Blake to think he’s going to deliver the best dick and be number one on Gabriella’s speed dial. The guy is way too cocky for his own good, and I know I don’t have anything to worry about in that regard.
“Stop trying to suggest you’re the best fuck,” I snort, tossing my used napkin at his head.
“It’s the piercings and my charm. What can I say?” He sticks his tongue out and the metal bar glints.
“We don’t all need metal.” Kain stands and takes his plate into the kitchen, loading the dishwasher before he begins to wash Darleen’s dish. “Whoever is next needs to take this back. And take a big pan or tray so that whatever Gabriella cooks can be brought home.”
“This is like the best deal ever,” Blake practically sings. “Pussy and dinner. It’s like having dessert first.”
“Yeah. Working up an appetite too,” I add.
“My quads took a pounding today,” Kain says. “First with Gabriella and then at training.”