Rafe snorted again. “I’m not sure that kind of contract is legally binding up here.”
Up here...? Jonah opened his mouth to ask, then shook his head. Better for another time. His heart was thudding against his ribs; he wasn’t sure if he was more turned on or terrified by the prospect laid out before him.
“So, how do I choose?”
Torin tipped his head to one side. His hair was long, awfully pale, and it slid away from his skin, exposing the long line of his neck. “Pick one of the toys,” he said, eyes sparkling with amusement.
“What?” Ez asked.
Torin shrugged. “Seems the fairest way, right?” He grinned at Jonah. “Are you going to be disappointed with your choice?”
Jonah looked at each of them. Damon’s glare was intense, and Jonah suspected there was something else behind it. Rafe was carefully avoiding his gaze now. Finley didn’t let up, looking faintly amused, if nothing else.
“No,” Jonah said, almost breathless. “Definitely not.”
“Pick one, then,” Ez said lowly, and Jonah suppressed a full-body shiver. He didn’t know when Ez had come up that close behind him, but he could feel the heat of him against his back.
Jonah stepped closer to the table and eyed the dildos. He’d noticed the differences between the two of them, but now he was close up, he could see the unique features of the others, as well. One had... it looked like something was threaded around it, making it even thicker. How would that feel?
The other washuge. The head was bulbous, and Jonah’s mouth watered at the idea of sucking on it – on the real one, at least. Who did that belong to?
It didn’t matter. He’d made his choice as soon as his eyes had fallen on the case. The one with the bulge at the bottom. They were all larger than average, but this one was thick, and Jonah wondered what it would take to get that bulge inside him.
“That one,” he said, pointing at it, and Ez let out a thoughtful hum.
“Good choice,” Finley said, the smirk finally dropping from his face. He got to his feet and rounded the table. Jonah didn’t move an inch, even as his every instinct was screaming at him to take a step back and run far away.
Finley was in his space, and Jonah had to tilt his head back to look up at him. He didn’t notice the way Torin had slid into Finley’s empty spot on the sofa, or how Damon had sidled up to Rafe’s other side and was watching them both intently.
“You’re up for this, then?” Finley asked. “Wouldn’t want you getting cold feet.”
Jonah huffed and rolled his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I get it, I—”
He didn’t finish the sentence. Finley took his face in both hands and kissed him, tongue immediately sweeping through Jonah’s mouth. Jonah moaned, reaching up to grab at something, anything— He tightened one hand in Finley’s shirt and his other hand curled around Finley’s forearm. Finley bit at his lips and when he pulled back, they were both panting.
“Wow,” Jonah heard Torin murmur, and he dropped Finley’s gaze, feeling himself flush.
“No point being shy about it,” Finley said, not unkindly. “They’re gonna see more than that of you.”
Jonah’s head shot back up, and Finley winked. “Not today, sure. That’s more Rafe’s thing, anyway.”
Jonah darted a look at the others, only to find all eyes were on him again, including Rafe’s. He swallowed.
“I had a room prepared,” Ez said. “I’m assuming...”
“As much as I’d love to tear your clothes off and fuck you on the rug here, I don’t think that’s the plan,” Finley said against Jonah’s mouth. “Get the toy.” There was a quiet growl under his words, and Jonah nodded.
It took him a second to disentangle himself from Finley, and then he grabbed the dildo from the case, trying to ignore his shaking hands. One kiss.One.He wanted Finley inside him, like, yesterday.
“Finley,” Ez said, and Finley looked up at him, even as he reached out to grab Jonah’s hand. “Careful.”
Finley smirked. He looked back at Jonah. “I’ll be careful if you ask me to. That okay, sweetheart?”
“Y– Yes.”
***
Finley led them to another room and once they were inside, he pushed Jonah up against the door, claiming his mouth just as thoroughly as he had in front of the others. Jonah clung to him, the dildo still in one hand.
