“But if we enjoy this, and you’re willing, we’d probably like to do it more than once. We’d happily pay you, of course, but it doesn’t seem fair for you to waste money on a motel when you’re only here because of us. So, if you’re staying around for longer, we have a spare room.”
“A few spare rooms.”
“Exactly.” I curled my arm around Jake’s shoulders and turned to look back at Logan. “I know it’s probably weird for us to be offering a room, and we honestly don’t expect anything from you in return, other than being paid to talk while we… enjoy each other’s company. You’re free to leave whenever you want.”
Jake nodded in agreement.
Logan hesitated, and I understood why he would. It was unusual for a stranger to offer a place to stay, and there were odd people in the world. “How about we see how it goes tonight, and then we can decide from there?”
“That sounds perfect,” Jake said as he leaned forward to scoop his own pasta onto his plate before he did the same for me.
Logan seemed happy with that and shoveled the food into his mouth.
We sat there eating, having a peaceful conversation about the world, our families, and life, like any friends would. Logan didn’t talk much about his parents and brother, and we didn’t push him. Jake was in the habit of making small talk at work, and it showed as usual because he filled in Logan’s silences with stories about his childhood.
“Nonna’s way of handling me and my cousins was to put us to work,” Jake said with a laugh. He had another fruity screwdriver in his hand, and so did Logan. “And her work involved cutting ingredients for her famous recipes. That’s how I learned to cook.”
Logan smiled. “Well, you’ve learned well.”
“Stop flirting,” Jake teased, and we all laughed. Logan had quickly acclimatized to our humor and joined in easily. The night was a lot more relaxing than I’d expected it to be, and even after the table was emptied and cleaned, we sat there for a long while.
Jake squeezed my thigh, and I knew what that meant. He wanted what I’d imagined for the last hour.
It was my turn to do what I did best—take control. “So… how about we relocate this upstairs?”
I didn’t miss the flush on Logan’s cheeks, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the strong alcohol, or if the thought of what was about to happen embarrassed him. He’d told us he had an ex-girlfriend, which said loud and clear he wasn’t gay. That was fine with Jake and I. He was only here for our pleasure.
“Yes.” Logan nodded. He squared his shoulders like he was about to go into battle, and it was damn adorable. “Let’s do this.”
7
Logan
Declan slunghis muscled arm around Jake’s shoulders, and they got lost in each other’s eyes. I took a moment to appreciate how their bodies fit together better than puzzle pieces. Jake wasn’t particularly small, or at least I didn’t think so, but Declan dwarfed him. They were light and dark as they bent their heads together, and hot as fuck—there was no way to get around that fact.
The back of my neck heated as they kissed the way a couple would at the end of a movie when they meet at an airport. I glanced away and tapped my fingers against the sides of my thighs as I waited for them to be done. There was some soft laughter close by, the kind that happened when two people were wrapped up together and the rest of the world didn’t matter. Hell, I knew they wanted me here, but I still felt like an outsider.
Warm fingers attached to a hand decorated by a beautiful rose and vines touched mine, and I flinched but then glanced up into Jake’s grinning face. His eyebrows furrowed and only made him sexier.
“Come on.” For a second I shot a look at Declan. My stomach clenched. I was so used to someone being pissed off at me when I was being touched that my heart raced faster.
“Don’t worry, we won’t bite. You,” Declan added with a smile, and I got to my feet. Declan tugged Jake’s other hand, and by default me too, in a train after him, along the hallway toward the stairs.
Jake laughed and squeezed my hand tight. “What are you going to say?” he stage-whispered to me. Excitement shone in his eyes and that had me relaxing and enjoying this. I didn’t stop to think too hard. What would Jake want to hear when Declan got home? I’d made several videos about coming home to a lover after a long trip away.
“You’re beautiful, and I miss you like crazy when I’m gone.” My stomach warmed, and his smile slid into an intimate smirk that made me think about nothing but sex. I was too hot and tugged at the collar of my sweater. I shouldn’t have had that drink. Too late now. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that? Maybe I should have taken my hand back as soon as he’d grabbed me?
But it felt good. I gripped his hand a little tighter. Declan had led us to the top of the stairs while I wasn’t paying attention, and I tripped up the last step. They both steadied me with a hand on my shoulder and shared another laugh, but Jake’s cheeks were flushed, and the pink made him seem younger. Declan fixated on him. Soon their lips were together again, and they moaned as their tongues flicked out to meet, completely unconcerned about me. Jake’s fingers tightened on mine. His gentle touch was branded on my skin. I’d feel it forever.
Heat in my gut twisted in a low knot that seemed to sink into my groin and take on a life there, flashing out to tingle through my stomach. I rubbed my free hand on the side of my sweater and devoured them with my gaze.
Fuck, was I supposed to talk out here in the hall? They stepped together until their toes bumped, and I stared at that, too. Jake wiggled his foot slightly over the top of Declan’s. His feet were smaller, and it was…cute.
When I glanced down to where Jake shoved himself against Declan, his sweatpants didn’t leave a lot of guesswork about the cock he was packing—firm and long with a fat head that strained against the fabric. I took some inspiration from what was right in front of me as Declan reached down and grabbed Jake’s ass.
“You feel so good under my hands. Your muscles make me feel safe, even though I like to think that it’smewho protects you. Did you know you do that for me? Make me feel comfortable? You make my house a home, and I can’t wait to get back to it when I’m gone. And your cock… it’s hard, isn’t it? Is that for me? I want it.” I was shocked at how easy it was to say those things, if I imagined I was saying them to Jake for Declan.
The sadness that usually rolled over me when I was recording clung to my mood and I couldn’t shake it off. What would it be like to have someone who looked at me the way they did each other? It was insanity to even imagine myself in a relationship like the one they had, because that sort of devotion wasn’t real, yet they had it right in front of me.
