Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Theo crossed his arms over his chest and watched Galen brush his teeth. “Are you more pissed that she fucked me or that I fucked her?”
Galen rinsed his mouth and set his toothbrush carefully back in the holder. He didn’t look over, bracing his hands on the counter as if he would rip it off the cabinet and throw it across the room. It might be marble, but Theo had no doubt he could do it. Galen sighed and straightened. “Both, you asshole. I’m jealous of both of you.” He ran his hand over his face. “You’re not going to leave her alone.”
“You wouldn’t if you allowed yourself to be the slightest bit selfish.”
“Why bother when you’re being selfish enough for all three of us?” Galen stalked closer, until they were nearly chest to chest, and grabbed Theo’s chin. “She doesn’t want Prince Charming and she sure as fuck doesn’t want the baggage we bring to the table. Leave her alone, Theo, or I swear to your dead father that I’ll knock you the fuck out, toss you on a plane, and dump you as far from New York as possible.”
He’d do it, too.
Galen saw them as unequal—as himself forever in Theo’s debt. He’d repaid the imaginary debt a thousand times over, but it still drove him in a way Theo couldn’t talk him out of. If he thought he could protect Theo from himself, he’d do it in a heartbeat.
Theo leaned forward, and Galen allowed it. He kissed his friend softly on the lips. “I’ll leave her alone, Galen. She made her opinion of me pretty damn clear.”
Galen released his chin and gripped the back of his neck, bringing them forehead to forehead. “You stupid son of a bitch. Why the fuck did you pay her tuition?”
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Theo ran his hands up his friend’s chest. “I missed you.”
“I’ve been gone less than forty-eight hours.”
“What’s your point?” Theo took his mouth and wrapped a hand around Galen’s cock through his shorts, giving Galen a rough stroke. Being with Meg had been great, but this was something else altogether. He and Galen moved together as easily as breathing. They’d been fucking since before they could legally drive. Theo turned them around and shoved Galen against the bathroom counter hard enough to make the drawers rattle. “I’m sorry.”
Galen watched him go to his knees through dark eyes. “No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not,” Theo agreed as he yanked Galen’s shorts off. He looked up his friend’s body and, fuck, he was something else. Powerful and brutal and sexier than he had any right to be.
He was also wrong about this.
They were good together. They were fucking great together.
But they’d be better with Meg.
He had no desire to make his pitch at the moment. They had time, and the desire dancing between them like a live wire was too strong to hold off. Theo had never been much good at reining himself in. Not when what he wanted was so damn close.
He sucked Galen down hard, using just a hint of teeth that drove his friend wild. Theo loved this moment right before Galen lost control, loved sucking him off, loved the feeling of submission and power, all wrapped up in a tangled bow.
Galen cursed. He gripped Theo’s hair and started moving, fucking his mouth with quick, rough thrusts. Words spilled from his lips just like they always did when he let himself off his leash. “You think you can suck me into submission, into forgetting who was riding your cock all night long? How many times did she make you come, Theo? How many ways did you fuck her?” He picked up his pace, hammering the back of Theo’s throat. “You selfish bastard, you had better suck my cock like you mean it. And when you’re through, I’m taking your ass right there in the sheets where you can still smell your fucking.”
Galen used his grip on Theo’s hair to yank him off his cock. “On second thought, I’m not interested in waiting. The bed, Theo. Now.”
Dorian Mikos studied the information laid out on his desk. Many years ago, he’d thought that the best way forward was to rule Thalania, and he’d paid the price for his mistake through years of exile. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. The Mikos family would never sit on the throne, but if he played his cards right, they would be the power behind it.
He gathered the photos and papers and left his office. Though Phillip Fitzcharles played a careful game with the public to keep them from turning on him, he’d allowed himself free rein in this part of the palace. Gone were the understated decorations, replaced by the paintings he favored, a mishmash with no regard for theme or period.