Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
As usual, he had woken before Brian, and he was taking the quiet time to catalogue his features. His dark, curly hair, messy from Keith’s fingers. His cheeks, bristly with overnight growth. His lean muscles, covered by glowing skin.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Brian slurred, words still heavy with sleep and eyes still closed. “I’ve worn you out every night for a week. You need rest.”
“I did rest.” He snuggled closer and pressed his nose into the side of Brian’s neck. “I sleep really well with you, mate.”
Brian circled his arms around him, one hand caressing his back while the other wove through his hair. “What time is it?”
“Based on the light seeping in from behind the curtains, I’d say it’s around eight.” He kissed the underside of Brian’s chin. “See? It’s not too early.”
“That would be true if we went to sleep at a reasonable hour, but no matter how hard I try to get us into bed early, you manage to keep us up for hours.”
“I can’t help myself.” He scooted on top of Brian so they were lying chest-to-chest. “You’re irresistible.”
“So are you.” Warm brown eyes opened and gazed at him. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Heat and joy bloomed through his chest in reaction to the adoring gaze and kind words. “Good morning, mate.” He trailed his fingertips over Brian’s sideburns.
On the bedside table, Brian’s phone lit up with an incoming call. They both glanced over to it.
“Ricky Marx?” Keith said. “Why is he calling so early?” He hoped there wasn’t any trouble in Golden Valley.
“He’s just a friend,” Brian said, picking up the phone. “Don’t worry.” He raised his finger to end the call.
“You should answer it; he may need something.”
“You don’t mind?” He put his hand on Keith’s knee.
“Why would I mind?” Keith furrowed his brow. “What if he needs help? Answer.”
Brian took the call and put it on speaker. “Hello.”
“Hi, Alpha Berger. I’m sorry for calling so early but I need a favor.”
“Are you okay?” he asked as he moved his hand over Keith’s knee, caressing him.
“Yes, but Morgan doesn’t want me to exert myself too much because the baby is due soon.”
“Baby?” Keith mouthed. He hadn’t realized Ricky was pregnant again.
“He’s a Psi,” Brian whispered. “I’ll explain it later.”
“That’s why I’m not coming with him, but I’m calling to ask you to please give him a chance.”
“Coming with him?” Brian’s hand stilled.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to say that part. Morgan will be at your house soon. What happened before was my fault, not his. I don’t want more fighting over me. Please.”
“You fought with Morgan Peters?” Keith asked, surprised. “Why?” Not that he hadn’t done the same thing dozens of times, but he’d had his reasons, however unbalanced and irrational he now realized they’d been.
“It’s a long story,” Brian said.
“Keith?” Ricky said from the phone. “Is that you?”
“Hi, Ricky. You’re pregnant again, huh? That’s fast.”
“Oh, yeah, Morgan wants lots of kids and… Forget about that. Listen, Keith—”
The doorbell sounded at the same time a baby cried in Ricky’s background.
“Sounds like Alex needs you and that’s probably Peters now,” Brian said. “We need to go, but don’t worry, I won’t hurt him.” He ended the call and set the phone down.
“Hurt him.” Keith chuckled and shook his head as he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. “I’ll get your clothes while you get ready.” He stepped over to the closet. “We shouldn’t keep Morgan waiting.”
“Peters showed up unannounced. He can handle waiting a few minutes,” Brian grumbled as he followed him into the bathroom.
“Do you have a problem with Morgan?”
Brian made a disgruntled sound around the toothbrush he had just put in his mouth and toothpaste foamed around his lips. It was adorable.
“He’s a wonderful person,” Keith told him. He set two piles of clothes on the counter and then turned on the faucet in the second sink and put a washcloth under the water.
Brian spit the toothpaste into his sink. “You know Morgan Peters?”
“Very well.” He took the damp cloth to Brian and rubbed it over his belly and chest.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re flaky with our come. That can’t be comfortable.”
Brian’s cheeks heated and he leaned forward. The doorbell rang again.
Keith gave him a quick kiss and then picked up his briefs and jeans. “Let’s get you dressed.” He handed him his underwear first.
“Why aren’t you getting ready?”
“I need to take a quick shower,” he explained, gesturing toward his torso. The previous night, he had lain on his back and jerked Brian off while he had crouched above him, his fingers buried in Keith’s hole. Both of their releases were spread over his skin. “A little bit smeared on you when you kissed me afterward, but I need more than a washcloth to get clean.”
Brian’s nostrils flared and his gaze heated once again.
“Focus.” Keith laughed and gave him his jeans.