My pulse thrums. Fast and buzzing. That roller coaster feeling in my stomach is back. My dick fills and starts to rise. It occurs to me briefly—very briefly—that in all the conversations I’ve had with men since I’ve been in LA, Hunter included, I’vehad none of these feelings. Deacon and Isaac have been holding all my desire hostage and keeping it for themselves. At the moment, I’m not mad about it.
“Do you still thinkIam?” I ask, my voice a little thinner and lighter.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Mmph,” is the turned-on, overwhelmed noise I make when words fail me.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he says. “Roommates with benefits could have been fun, but this relationship is a lot of work.”
“I’m sorry,” I say softly.
“Don’t be. You know how much I like to work. And I don’t just mean you.” Deacon nods toward Isaac. “He’s a lot.”
I manage a small smile.
His gaze drops to my mouth. “Now. Let’s talk about what kind of deal we can make to get you back in bed with us.”
“It won’t take much,” I say. “I’ve been pretty lonely.
“Is that why you’re here?” Isaac asks. “Get your fill and then leave us high and dry again?”
“I mean—you have each other.”
“Evan,” he practically growls as his hand runs up my thigh. “No one’s finished with you yet.”
“And when you are?” I ask, barely able to breathe.
“Let’s see how it plays out.” He leans in and presses a closed kiss to my lips, then he pulls back to examine me.
My eyelids are fluttering obnoxiously. “I love you,” I whisper. Then to Deacon, I say, “I’m in love with you, too.”
“I’ve been getting that a lot lately. Still not sure what it means, but I feel like it’s a good thing.”
His dick is fully hard beneath me, and it’s such a turn on. Mine is also raring to go. It’s tenting my pants in my lower periphery—a desperate thing.
I direct my next question at Isaac. “Is there anything you need to say?”
“Just that I’m here, and I support whatever you two need to do to figure out your issues.”
Deacon lifts his head, gaze intent on me. “It might take a minute.”
“Take all the time you need,” Isaac says, and I don’t miss his suggestive tone.
“You’re okay if I want him here?” Deacon asks me.
Swallowing hard, I nod. “I want him here, too.” With both hands, I drag Deacon in for a kiss. While I’ll probably never be able to kiss him the way Isaac does, I can kiss him the best wayIknow how. I take my time, probing his mouth and sinking in.
He inhales, and it draws me closer. Our mouths work in erotic tandem. I whimper, and he grunts, and we go after each other harder.
Isaac lets go of my leg, allowing me to move and straddle Deacon on the couch. Kissing him again, I hold onto his face, moving it and re-angling it so my tongue can rub and taste and explore his.
His hard cock presses against my stretched taint, and my body starts rolling against his, never stopping the kiss. Because it’s fucking perfect.
Isaac rubs my back but otherwise doesn’t interfere.
It’s exactly what I needed, and I think I’m finally starting to believe that I might have something they need, too.
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