Joaquin:Absolutely.
Warwick:Of course.
“Damn,” Joaquin says, scratching his beard. “I was looking forward to taking you both tonight, multiple times.” Looking down at his medically induced hard-on, he grins. “I hope you’re willing to help me out with a few more orgasms.”
I kiss him, running my palm over his dreamy chest before giving him a few teasing strokes. “I’m willing to make the sacrifice if you are.”
Just as we’re deciding on the couch or his big bed, Colt walks in, laden down with grocery bags. He doesn’t see us immediately, muttering something about a bottle opener. I hand Joaquin a pillow and take one for myself.
“Um, Colt?”
“S’up?” he says, still facing away from us, holding up the bottle opener in triumph. He cracks open a bottle of Budweiser and starts downing it as he untucks his T-shirt, yanking it up from his Wranglers. I spy his bear-like belly for a few seconds and glance at Joaquin, who looks hesitant but just as hungry.
We have an entire conversation, Joaquin and I, conducted mostly with increasingly theatrical facial expressions. In the end, we decide Colt will be an excellent third for the evening if he’s willing.
Joaquin grins and clears his throat. “Can I assume that the facility in Austin found a bed for Destry?”
Colt startles, spitting up some of the beer. “Sorry, boss,” he says, brushing a bit of foam off his shirt. “It’s been a rough couple of—”
His eyes go wide when, for the first time, he takes in the scene: Joaquin and I covering our bits, a tumped-over bottle of lube on the bar, and clothes strew everywhere.
“Oh shit.” He nearly drops his bottle of beer, then glares at us. Grabbing the six-pack and one of those big pretzels, he holds them to his chest. “There was a last-minute cancellation, and Destry got a bed. I’ll, uh…” He lets his words drift off and shakes his head. “You know, y’all are theworstat hiding what you do. This is the third time I’ve seen or heard more than I want to. Swear to God, I just want to get drunk and pass out in bed.”
Joaquin curses under his breath, and I bite my lower lip, feeling like shit.
“Look, I’m sorry, man. We’re just having fun,” I say, praying he believes me.
I hate that this is bothering him.
Colt looks between the two of us. “You sure about that?”
We both gape like big-mouth basses, and Colt dismisses us with a wave. “Whatever. I’m gonna go upstairs and put on my noise-canceling headphones.”
He stalks off toward the stairs, and Joaquin sets his pillow down and jumps up, stark naked and leading with his dick.
Intercepting him at the bottom step, Joaquin’s voice is low and sweet. “Colt, friend. You look like you could use some comfort. We just lost our third. Why don’t you come over here instead?”
Colt’s jaw ticks. “So glad to be your second choice of indiscriminate lovers.” Even though he’s glaring at Joaquin, I sense his words are aimed at me.
“Now, that’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Joaquin says, rubbing his chest, knowing damn well that Colt’s eyeballs are glued to his every move. Hell, so are mine. I challenge anyone to be that close to a naked Joaquin and keep their underwear dry. I certainly have never succeeded. I’m already hard and leaking, and we just fucked.
“You’re my boss,” he protests softly, even as he subtly leans toward Joaquin.
Joaquin shrugs it off because, well, he’s Joaquin, and he doesn’t give a shit about that kind of thing. “You’ve already slept with Warwick, so you know you’re compatible with at least one of us. And I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t find you attractive. Sexy.”
Colt is doing a fantastic job of imitating a statue while Joaquin, cock still bobbing out in front of him like a flagpole, closes the gap. Finally within reach, he takes Colt’s hand and presses the back of it to his lips.
Colt’s lips part and he gives Joaquin the same little nervous inhale he gave me our first night together. Joaquin’s hand travels up his chest, and Colt shudders under his touch.
I feel you,man.
Joining them, I pull Colt toward me. His eyes flash to mine, and he’s doing fuck-all to hide his hurt and desire. Oh, poor baby. He’s had a tough couple of days.Let me make it up to you.
I lay kisses on his jaw, cheeks, and nose before softly landing on his mouth. He gives up another pained groan as our kiss deepens, and I know we’ve got him. I press my body against his, loving the feel of rough blue jeans and soft cotton against my skin.
Joaquin hugs him from behind, kissing his neck, rubbing his nipples against his shirt. Colt slips from our kiss, letting his head loll back as Joaquin’s hands and mouth erase the last of his worries.
Joaquin fingers the bottom hem of his T-shirt. “May I?”
