Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Kai chuckled and tugged him closer, then vowed for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, “Mark my words, jeja, I’m going to be doing a whole lot more to you than that.”
* * *
After Kai’s less than subtle promise, things naturally turned heated again between the sheets. Didn’t last nearly as long as the night before, though. Which was fine. Breck was kind of sore, truth be told. Evidently, a marathon of bottoming would do that to a guy.
Besides, when they finally got out of bed, more sex would be had in Kai’s spacious shower. Up against the tiles with suds sliding down his body, as Kai took him from behind, his gloriously attentive—and soapy—hand all but worshiping Breck’s cock.
Breck adjusted his package as he turned onto the exit that’d drop him less than a mile from his parents’ house. After he’d dried off and left Kai’s apartment, he’d swung by his place real quick for a change of clothes. Then, before he could change his mind, he’d headed right back out the door.
Of course, on the way, he’d had to hurdle a few obstacles. Namely, countless queries thrown at him from his bros as to where he’d crashed last night. He didn’t go into it, though—he’d give them the run down later—just donned a satisfied smile that had them smirking in clear approval.
In truth, the impression he’d given hadn’t been misleading. He had gotten lucky and spent the night with one hell of a catch. Luckier than ever before, with the most incredible man in the entire world.
But again, he’d clarify things later. He wanted to talk to his parents first. Aside from Ned, it’d only be right for them to find out first. He’d never risk them finding out through word of mouth—or, God forbid, the news because some fucknut had blabbed.
As for Tad and Jay, he’d tell them tomorrow when they met for weightlifting. Down in Scott’s basement, the house of two openly gay men, just seemed apropos. Plus, even dumbass Goldie Locks wouldn’t be stupid enough to razz him up in front of those two muscular behemoths.
Dealing with Tad would be smooth sailing, obviously. Ned, however, was another story. He’d have had plenty of time to come up with some colorfully covert commentary.
Breck shook his head and tamped back a smirk.
Ned was not one to be underestimated. Especially when the subject at hand involved sex.
He’d deal with that punkass though, when he crossed that bridge.
Right now, the bulk of his focus was on telling his parents. Clearly, they’d both be surprised, jarred by such a huge and unexpected disclosure. Without question, his mom would take it better. But as far as his dad was concerned… Yeah, Breck was already bracing.
All too soon, he pulled up to their house. His childhood home where he’d lived for as long as he could remember. Cutting off the engine, he turned his gaze to its large oak door, flanked on either side by narrow panes of glass.
Absently, he palmed the top of his head. Started soothingly rubbing to ease his spiking nerves. He’d called ahead. They knew he was coming. To turn back now would only instigate questions.
Not that bailing was even on the table. Because it wasn’t.
He just needed to find the inspiration to get out of his car.
His mom opened the door a moment later. Their eyes met, and then that smile he loved so much spread across her face. Beaming, she stepped onto the porch and waved him forward.
And what do you know, there it was. The incentive he’d needed.
Heart hammering, he shoved from his car and headed over to greet her.
* * *
“Draft Night is coming up fast.”
Breck forced himself not to tense at his dad’s pointed comment. With a casual front, he leaned against the kitchen counter and gave a nod. He’d been there for an hour and now his mom was making sandwiches. Just a few minutes earlier, he’d wrapped up a game of hoops in the driveway with his dad. To his surprise, his dad had kept the conversation on anything but basketball, asking questions instead about Breck’s trip to Hawaii in a couple of days. Evidently, he wanted to save NBA chit chat for when they could adequately focus—competition ran hot in their DNA and, at one point, Breck had been schooling his ancient ass by seven points.
Either way, his dad had just gifted him with the perfect segue. An opportunity to finally accomplish what he’d come there to do.
No more stalling.
Bite the bullet.
Let’s go.
Straightening his posture, he tightly cleared his throat. “Speaking of which...” He glanced at his mom, then looked back at his dad. “I’ve met someone and… I wanna take them with me to the event.”
His mom lit up. “Oh, honey! That’s great!”
His dad, however, immediately shook his head. “No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’ll be distracted and—”