“Get the bag,” he commanded. “We’re going to be late.”
Chapter26
Cooper
When they got to Devon’s house, Robin was bent over the coffee table with Devon’s fist up his ass.
“It’s going to be quite a night, isn’t it?” Adam whispered to Cooper, pressing close.
Cooper glanced up at him, one eyebrow raised.
“You can talk.”
“Oh, can I?” Cooper teased
“I think you’re smart enough to use judgment tonight about when I want to hear from you and when I don’t.” Adam narrowed his eyes, and even as he tried to glare, his nostrils flared a bit. No doubt he was feeling the pressure of the plug Cooper had pushed into him before they left.
“Yes, Sir,” Cooper agreed, turning his attention back to Robin and what was left of Devon’s arm.
“There you are!” Devon called, waving the arm that wasn’t half buried inside another person. “You’re late.”
“We were busy,” Adam said.
Devon waggled his eyebrows and twisted his wrist, drawing a strangled groan out of a sweaty and mostly naked Robin.
“And so are you. Clearly,” Cooper added.
Adam wrapped his arm around Cooper’s shoulder possessively, tugging him closer and guiding him toward the kitchen. They found Grant near the sink, rinsing out a glass.
“You came,” Adam greeted.
“I told you I would.” Grant dried the glass and promptly filled it with whiskey.
“Alone?” Cooper asked.
Grant shot him a tense look, raising the amber liquid to his lips. “Of course.”
Adam laughed. “Well, Robin is clearly occupied.”
“For now.”
Cooper’s hole clenched around the plug Adam had put inside of him. He’d never wanted to get fisted, and he’d never thought to ask for it—either giving or receiving—but watching Robin writhe his way up the length of Devon’s wrist was definitely a sight to behold. Cooper had always been able to see the appeal of most kinks, even if they didn’t do anything for him personally. He appreciated the headspace a person had to be in to have an entire arm shoved into their body and he applauded Robin for having it.
“Taking him home later to work off some stress?” Adam elbowed Grant in the ribs.
“Or doing it here,” Grant answered with a shrug.
The conversation felt awkward, but Cooper wasn’t sure why. He didn’t know if Grant was being weird or if he was just overly horny from the way he and Adam had teased each other while they got ready for the party. What he did know was he didn’t feel like talking, and he was starting to feel overwhelmed. He needed some quiet and he needed some space, or he was going to say something regrettable.
“Excuse me.” He kissed Adam on the cheek and shrugged out of his hold. He quickly walked down the hallway to the guest room that he often used when he needed time to regroup and closed the door behind him. He knew better than to sit down, because any added pressure from the plug on his prostate would make him come in his pants, and he specifically did not want to come like that.
He bent over, bracing his hands on the edge of the mattress, and took a breath, holding it in and counting to four before exhaling. He hadn’t been alone for more than five minutes before Adam opened the door, closing it behind him and lingering back with his hands behind him on the knob.
“Fancy running into you here,” Adam said, his voice soft and teasing. “Is everything okay?”
Cooper forced out a strained laugh. “Yes? I’m honestly just so horny I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the rest of the night.”
“Did the whole thing with Robin and Devon turn you on?”
