Chapter 1
Louis
The sound hits me first. The wet slap of skin against skin, syncing perfectly with the desperate noises tearing out of Rylan’s throat.
I’m standing in the doorway of my best friend’s condo, a place I’m more comfortable than my own apartment, but something’s weird. The air is thick with the overwhelming scent of expensive leather, rain, and sex.So. Much. Sex.
Ry is bent over the arm of his couch, knuckles white where he's gripping the leather, his head thrown back. Behind him is his boyfriend, our teammate, Jamie.
I need to get out of here. Turn around. Open the door. Get the hell out.
But my feet are cemented to the hardwood.
“Oh,fuck—Jay—yes, right there.”
It’s Rylan’s voice, but wrecked. I’ve known Rylan Collings since we were kids in snowsuits, and I have never heard him sound like that.
From across the room, the gray Seattle light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spotlighting the leather couch. And them.
Jamie drives into Rylan, relentless and fluid. The muscles in his back ripple as he grips Rylan’s waist, anchoring him, as he snaps his hips forward with a force that makes Rylan’s whole body jerk.
I can’t breathe. My heart is hammering against my ribs, a dull, heavythud-thud-thud.
I need to look away. This is my best friend. The closest thing to a brother I’ve ever had. I shouldn’t be seeing this. But I can’t take my eyes off the way Rylan’s back arches as he groans, clearly loving every second of this. The way sweat slicks their skin, turning them silver in the diffused light.
Jamie shifts, wrapping his arm around Ry and sliding a hand up his chest to encircle his neck. It’s possessive. Claiming. And my best friendmeltsinto it, whimpering as Jamie increases his pace.
My mouth is bone-dry. My blood is rushing south, pooling heavy and hot in my groin. The ache is so sharp it’s almost painful.
I want…
Jesus, I don’t know what I want. I only know I want to be closer to them. I want to see the expression on their faces. I want to know if Jamie’s eyes are closed or if he’s watching the way Ry is coming undone beneath him.
Suddenly, Jamie looks up, his eyes locking directly with mine. He doesn’t look surprised. He doesn’t stop moving. He just smirks at me and drives into his man harder.
Rylan lets out a high, keening sound that vibrates right through my to bones.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.
I jolt upright, gasping for air, my heart trying to claw its way out of my throat.
The gray light of the dream is gone, replaced by the blinking red numbers of my old-school alarm clock: 6:00 AM.
I’m in my own bed. Alone.
I sit there for a second, my chest heaving as I try to come back to reality. My sheets are tangled around my legs, damp with sweat. And the hardest erection of my life is tenting the duvet.
“Shit,” I whisper, scrubbing a shaking hand over my face.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but the image is branded onto the back of my eyelids. Rylan’s arched back. Jamie’s hands. The raw, nakedneedin the room.
I groan and flop back on my pillows, staring up at the ceiling.
What the actual fuck is going on with me? This is the third X-rated dream I’ve had in the last couple of weeks, and I have no idea what it means. The first two didn’t feature Rylan or Jamie—just slightly fuzzy, faceless guys.
And that’s the thing.
They were all guys. No women anywhere.
