He smiles, then places gentle kisses on my neck. I lean into them, my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the pleasure.
“You sure we can’t invite him to join us? Like, right now?” I ask, wanting all the hands on my body.
Joaquin shakes his head. “You see his vulnerability and lovability, right?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Exactly. So a direct invitation willnotwork with him. It’ll only set off his defenses. Besides, since he’s going to make us work for it, I say it’s the perfect opportunity to torture him.”
Look, Joaquin already has the dirty-sexy thing going for him, but when he gets that malevolent arch to his eyebrow?Fucking deadly.I might just melt into a puddle of goo right here.
“W-what did you have in mind?” I stutter out.
He lifts his shoulder. “We just have to start dating each other. And like tonight, we won’t be subtle about it. It’ll rile him up so badly to not be included that by the time we invite him in, he’ll already be breaking down the door.”
“You are an evil genius.”
He winks at me, then looks up at the door to Warwick's room. “Hey. I know I said we could just sleep in my bed, no sex necessary. But what about, say, a loud hand job right before we go to sleep?”
I bark out another loud laugh, then slap my hand over my mouth. Fuck, his plan is making me horny as hell. “Oh my God. He’ll lose his shit.”
“Yes. Because he wantsin. We’re not lying to him or trying to trick him. We’re just letting him know what he’s missing.”
Joaquin pushes me back against the armrest, lying on top of me as he kisses me deeply until our cocks are hard and rubbing against each other.
“So Operation: Make Wick Fall is in effect?” I ask, kissing Joaquin's cheeks and eyelashes.
“Full steam ahead,” he says, palming my bulge.
Separating, we stand and run up the stairs, groping and kissing each other, not hiding for a second our intent for the night.
16
WARWICK
What the fuck is going on here?I'mthe one who was playing between Joaquin and Colt.I'mthe linchpin in this arrangement. How thefuckare they off making their own arrangements? And it's not even like they were fucking.
They’re cuddling on the goddamn couch, whispering in each other's ears like boyfriends or some nonsense. I don't know who they think they’re fooling. I can hear my name here and there, so I know they're talking about me.
Are they comparing my performance?
Fuck, that would be really shitty of them.
Nah.
They would never.
Seriously though…what the fuck are they talking about?
I crack open my door, and they’re making their way up the stairs like a herd of buffalo, practically tripping all over themselves, kissing and touching with each other.
Have I fallen into some fucking kind of alternative universe? They look really into each other and…I fucking hate it.
I mean…I don'thatehate it.
But why haven't they called me over? Why are they making it just about them? I swear, if they have sex right now, I don't know what the hell I’m going to do with myself.
I peek out again and…wait, what? Joaquin isnotdropping off Colt at his room. No, no, no. Colt is following Joaquin to his room.
