Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I squeezed his hand and told him, “You’re so much more than that, Sonny.”
He studied me for a moment before admitting, “I was sure I lost you when Noah came into your life. I wouldn’t have blamed you either, if you’d decided to leave me for him. I’ve never understood why you put up with me and all my shit—the ongoing career panic, the refusal to leave the closet, the family drama—it goes on and on.”
“I’ve stayed because I love you, Hudson.”
“I love you, too. And things are going to change. I’m going to change. I have one final obligation, that pregame show on New Year’s Day, and then I’m walking away from broadcasting, and from the game. I want to concentrate on building a life with you—”
I finished for him. “And with Noah. He’s a part of this, and of us.”
Hudson nodded. “He is. I never would have predicted it, or sought out a third. And if it was anyone but him, I’d never want us to go there. But there’s just something about the three of us. It feels…right.”
“I know. I feel it, too. Now we just need to figure out how to tell him, in a way that doesn’t send him running for the hills.”
He sighed and told me, “I think we can cross drunk naked hot tubbing off the list.”
5
Noah
Okay, so getting drunk and naked in a hot tub with the two men I was wildly attracted to had been a terrible idea. The heat, the booze, and all the blood rushing from my head to my hard-on had almost been enough to make me pass out.
After I managed to get inside, I took a brisk shower to cool down again. Then I collapsed onto the bed in the smaller of the two bedrooms. Now I was feeling like a complete doofus.
I’d wanted to go out there and flirt and be sexy, but who was I kidding? I had no moves. None. This was never going to work.
The sun had set by the time I woke up from an unplanned nap. I rolled out of bed and used the bathroom, then checked my reflection in the mirror over the sink. There was a crease mark on one of my cheeks, my hair was sticking up in all directions, and I was buck naked. That was when I realized my luggage was sitting just inside the front door, and the clothes I’d arrived in were out on the deck.
After I finger-combed my hair, I wrapped a towel around my hips and retrieved my luggage. Kel and Hudson were in the kitchen, and apparently they were cooking, because something smelled amazing.
I returned to the smaller bedroom and planned to join them once I got dressed. But when I unzipped my duffle bag and started pulling out some clothes, I discovered everything was wet for some reason. Then I unearthed the huge bottle of lube Timothy had given me and discovered the top had come off. I muttered, “That’s just great,” as I moved the bottle to the nightstand and wiped my hand on an already ruined T-shirt.
My underwear had been off to the side and had managed to survive lubemageddon, so I pulled on a pair of little black briefs. As I began making a pile of sticky, lubed clothes on the floor, I wondered if the cabin had a washer and dryer. Somehow, I doubted it.
That stuff had managed to soak through just about everything, layer after layer of clothing. The only shirt that was lube-free was that semi-sheer black number Timothy had sent along, since I’d stuffed it into the side of the bag. It was kind of cold in here and that was better than nothing, so I picked it up and tried stretching it. The fact that I could almost double its width seemed promising, so I worked my arm into one of the sleeves and pulled it over my head.
Then I got stuck. Really, really stuck. I managed to wedge my free hand in there, thinking that’d give me leverage, and then it got stuck, too.
As I was flailing around with the shirt over my head and one arm in the air, there was a knock on the door. I’d left it ajar, so Kel stuck his head in and said, “Hey, Noah. We heard you get up, so—” I learned Hudson was with him when they both chuckled, and Kel asked, “Need some help?”
“No. I’ve got it.”
I flailed around some more and bumped into the nightstand. My friends hurried over as Hudson said, “I don’t think you’ve got it. I think it’s got you.” I felt one of them tugging on the fabric, and then Hudson told me, “Maybe it’d be best to cut you out.”
“We can’t,” I said, as I wriggled wildly to try to get my hand free. “It belongs to Timothy, and I want to give it back to him in one piece.”