“What are you gonna do, then?” His brows knitted, hazel eyes taking him in.
“I’m hitting the sack early.” It wasn’t a lie, right?
“Yeah, all right.” He pursed his lips, nodding as he rose. “Tomorrow’s good, I guess.”
“See if you can convince Sloan to come.” Matt grabbed onto Kit’s forearm before he passed. “An evening drowning in pussy.”
“Down in the pen?”
Tense muscles relaxed beneath his fingers. He squeezed Kit’s arm and let him go. “Where else, brother?”
Why did he feel like a piece of shit sneaking over to the house next door? And why did he feel like he had to? Instead of going out his front door, he slunk through the backyard with a case of wine under his arm.
With a kiss on his cheek, Ava let him in through the door on Bo’s terrace. She wore a lacy black bralette beneath an oversized tee, the sleeve sliding off of her shoulder. Yoga pants. Bare feet. She wasn’t trying to impress him, either… still, she did.
I hope you know what a lucky sonofabitch you are, drummer boy.
Sometimes, nice girlsdoend up with rock stars.
“You trying to get us drunk, Matt?” she asked, following him and Bo into the kitchen.
“Why not?” He put the Valpolicella on the island and leaned against it. “Especially if we’re gonna be up all night.”
“Are we?”
“Guaranteed.” His thumb skimmed along her jaw. “Ain’t that right, Bo-Bo?”
“Absofuckinglutely.” His arm around Ava’s waist, he tugged on the ends of Matt’s hair. “Now, where’s my kiss?”
“Where’s Emmy?” His gaze flicked around the room. Matt wondered why he hadn’t seen her yet.
“Monica’s.” And he winked. “She, Elliott, and Chandan wanted to have a sleepover.”
“How convenient,” he said with a snigger. “That your idea?”
“Nope. Chloe’s.”
“Well, in that case…” Winding Bo’s hair around his fist, Matt yanked, pulling the drummer’s bare chest to his. “I know how much Ava gets off watching us.”
In the past, he rarely kissed the men he fucked. At least, he didn’t remember it if he had. Usually, he was pumped up and drunk. A beast when he fucked, Matt could pound into a dude without restraint, but he couldn’t allow himself to tap into that base need with a woman, no matter how much she begged him for it.
A man touching a man is just… well, different. As much as Matt loved suffocating in a woman’s cunt, it was easy for him to rationalize what they were doing. He didn’t have any concerns about his sexuality. He didn’t identify as gay or bi. His preference had always been pussy, but with his tongue down Bo’s throat, his fingers pulling on his hair, their rock-hard dicks rubbing against each other, at that moment, the only thing he thought of was how good it would feel to fuck his friend.
And his friend’s girl.
Ava’s sweet lips joined theirs. Her hand slipping inside his pants, she stroked his cock. Judging by the drummer’s groan, she was inside his, too. Gripping Bo’s hair at the nape, Matt moved his lips from his mouth to hers. His fingers delved intoher silky hair, and holding them both by the strands on their head, he kissed one and then the other.
The bell to the gate rang.
Bo panted, out of breath. “That’ll be the pizza.”
Gina.
“I’ll get it.”
But it was Luca who stood on the other side of the door, not his pizza girl.
“Hey there, dude.”
