“And if I don’t want to fuck tonight?”
“Then will you rub my back while I watch porn?” Fox asked hopefully. “You and Dane can put on whatever stupid movie you want. I’ll watch it on my phone.”
Colin laughed in spite of himself. Fuck. He was in love with an idiot.Two idiots, he amended, seeing as how Dane wasnodding along to all of Fox’s insanity, his hands firm on Colin’s hips.
But the truth was, he wasn’t unaffected himself. Especially with the taste of Dane’s blood in his mouth, and Fox touching him so nicely. His inner vamp was practically purring. Neither of them wanted to sit in a car for an hour, keeping their hands to themselves.
“A hotel, then,” he agreed.
The hotelthe twins chose was unnecessarily fancy. As was the fact they’d chosen a full suite instead of a regular room.
Colin’s head was getting a little bit fuzzy from all the lust simmering between them—it had amped up considerably after he’d agreed to stay the night in town—but not so much that he couldn’t snark as they walked into their suite, “Why splurge? We’re not gonna use much more than the bed anyway.”
Fox shot him a ridiculous smirk, shutting the door behind them. “With you looking like that? We can’t take such a hot piece of ass home and not pull out all the stops.”
Colin pointed a finger at him. “No more clubs for you. I can’t believe the words ‘hot piece of ass’ just left your mouth.”
“I can,” Dane murmured beside him.
Right beside him, actually. The twins were closing in fast, in the same configuration from when they’d been dancing in the club—Fox behind, Dane in front. Fox’s body heat was an inferno at his back, and Dane’s gaze was no less fiery.
God. They were going to eat him alive, weren’t they?
Colin swallowed hard. “Well, I’m here,” he said, trying for flippant but coming off embarrassingly breathy. “What are you going to do with me?”
Fox’s arms snaked around his waist, his breath hot on Colin’s ear. “Dane here’s gonna suck your cock until you cry.” He laughed softly. “Or he does. Whichever comes first.”
Oh, was that all? All the blood in Colin’s body rushed south, and his hard cock pressed painfully against his zipper. “And what are you gonna do?”
Fox bit Colin’s ear gently. “I’ll keep myself busy, don’t you worry.”
Colin locked eyes with Dane, who was watching him so intently it was almost frightening. “Is that what you wanna do?” he asked. “Suck me off?”
Dane’s answer was a silent drop to his knees in front of him, his hands on Colin’s buckle. When Colin nodded, he wasted no time undoing Colin’s belt and tugging Colin’s jeans down past his ass.
It couldn’t have been easy work—those things were practically painted on.
“Sexy clothes are impractical,” Colin grumbled, mostly to save himself from the embarrassment of acknowledging he was already fully hard, his leaky cock bouncing up to his stomach once freed.
Fox’s hand slid up under his shirt. “We can handle impractical.”
Colin struggled to breathe as Dane grabbed his cock at the base, sliding his fist up in one smooth stroke, his gaze locked on Colin’s. “You look so beautiful, baby,” he murmured.
Colin smiled softly down at him. “Yeah?”
“You always do.”
Colin knocked his head back onto Fox’s shoulder, nuzzling his nose into his neck. “Dane’s my favorite tonight,” he murmured.
“Oh yeah?” Fox pressed a kiss to Colin’s bared throat. “And what if I gave you my wrist to drink while he swallows you down?”
Colin hummed to hide his overwhelming enthusiasm at the idea, breath hitching as Dane teased the head of his cock with his tongue. He grabbed Fox’s arm off his waist, bringing his wrist to his mouth.
He bit down just as Dane sucked him in to the root.
Oh fuck. He wasn’t messing around. Swallowing and tonguing at Colin like he was desperate for it.
Colin only managed a few swallows of Fox’s blood before he had to drop his wrist and wrap his arms back around Fox’s neck, just to have something holding him up. “Oh my fucking God.”
