The heat simmered, built, burned, but it wasn’t about rushing.It was about anchoring, connecting, holding fast in the middle of a storm they hadn’t yet seen the worst of.
And when Dale finally murmured, “You both staying tonight?”neither Ty nor Oren hesitated.
“Fuck yes,” Oren breathed.
“Yeah,” Ty said softly, nuzzling the curve of Oren’s jaw.“We’re right where we’re supposed to be.”
Dale stood then, taking a hand from each of them, and pulled them to their feet.Wordless, he led them toward his bedroom.Ty paused in the doorway, eyes widening as he took in the massive bed—wide, long, and clearly custom-made.
“Holy shit,” he muttered.“That is the largest damn bed I have ever seen.”
Oren whistled low.“You planning on hosting orgies in here, Ricoh?”
Dale laughed.“I was hopeful,” he said with a shrug.“Had it custom made a few weeks ago.”
“Hopeful?”Ty echoed, grinning.“Man was manifesting.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Dale said, stepping back and tugging his shirt over his head.“Strip and get on the damn bed before I lose my mind.”
Ty arched a brow, his grin turning wicked as he pulled his shirt free.“You realize how explosive the three of us are going to be, right?”
Oren laughed low, heat already sparking in his eyes.“Yeah.And I’m all in.”
****
The moment the lastarticle of clothing hit the floor, Dale took a breath and let go of every restraint he’d been holding since the second Ty and Oren had walked through his door.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice low and firm.“Now.”
They didn’t hesitate.Ty crawled across the massive expanse first, his long body stretched out, muscles rippling.Oren followed, glancing over his shoulder, eyes blazing with anticipation and a hint of nerves.Dale watched the way the firelight flickered over their skin, and something primal shifted in him.He wasn’t just ready.He was ravenous.
Dale climbed up after them, settling between where Ty lay flat on his back and Oren knelt beside him.He reached out and brushed his hand down Oren’s back, then around to cup his cheek.
“Have you ever been with a man, baby?”Dale asked him, loving the sweep of color that rose in his face.
“No,” Oren said honestly, but his eyes flashed with heat.“But I sure as hell have imagined it a shit ton over the last few years.”
Dale grinned, then slid his hand around to the man’s nape and pulled him in for a kiss that spoke of ownership and promise.When they broke apart, he shifted and kissed Ty just as deeply, savoring the taste of him.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said when he finally lifted his lips from Ty’s.“Oren, we need to make sure you’re ready to take one of us.We are not small, and neither of us would hurt you for anything.So, you’re going to take Ty tonight after you get him ready.And I’m going to watch every fucking second of it.”
Oren bit his bottom lip, smirked, then nodded.“Well, sure, I can most definitely handle that.”
Ty groaned, his cock visibly twitching at the words.“Jesus.You two are going to kill me.”
Dale smirked.“As the saying goes, what a way to go.”
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and handed it to Oren, then leaned back against the headboard, stroking himself slowly as Oren leaned over Ty, kissing him softly at first, then deeper, hungrier.Ty moaned into his mouth, hips lifting, body already strung tight.
Oren trailed kisses down Ty’s neck, over his chest, pausing to lave at his nipples until Ty was panting beneath him.Then he moved lower, positioning himself between Ty’s thighs.With one hand he slicked his fingers, the other reaching to firmly grip Ty’s cock, stroking solidly from base to tip.
Ty let out a shaky breath.“Fuck.”
Oren looked back up at Dale, with a confident smirk.“I think he likes my touch.”
Ty groaned.“I fucking love it and you know it.”
Dale gave a slow nod.“There’s your answer.Let him feel you.”
