“A very rich and handsome man.”
The kitchen behind Darius was brighter than the hallway, leaving Darius backlit, hard to read. Kit still felt the man’s quiet, patient hunger. If Kit wanted, he could tell Darius to give them a minute, and Darius would. No questions.
But Kit wasn’t sure he could handle James alone again. Not right now, when James might notice the red skin on his arm. And fuck, what if James said something absolutely fucking stupid about love again?
Anxiety still coursed through his veins, fear of himself lurking beneath his arousal. Kit wanted something new, something overwhelming, to bring him back to himself. He needed tofeel.
Kit tightened his legs around James’s hips and stroked his thumb along James’s jaw—while making direct eye contact with Darius.
“Argue about laundry later,” Kit said sternly, trying for confidence despite the butterflies in his stomach. “Decide which of you is fucking me first, before I get bored.”
Both men’s attention instantly homed in on him.
“Which one of us gets to fuck you first?” James repeated, musing. His casual affectation couldn’t be further from the heat racing through his body. He didn’t even look at Darius, though he knew Darius was watching closely. James turned his head tokiss Kit’s fingertips. “That’s easy. Darius can have your ass, while I get your dirty little mouth.”
Kit’s throat bobbed. “That works too.”
James dropped Kit onto his shaky legs, then pulled him around. They pressed flush together, Kit’s back against James’s front, his head not even coming to James’s shoulders. Kit was tense until James stroked his stomach through the thin tank top. Ran his hand up Kit’s chest, teasing his nipples. Gripped Kit gently by the throat, lifting his head—displaying him for Darius.
“How does that sound to you, D?” James asked with a wicked grin.
This threesome had been a long time coming, and James couldn’t wait any longer to get started. Darius was so obvious about wanting Kit, even though he was quieter about it than James was. He was more reserved by nature.
Kit was obvious too. James wasn’t sure precisely what that meant. Whether this was a passing mutual crush between them, or something more serious.
Bishop would want to talk things out. Make sure everyone was on the same page. James preferred a simpler strategy—fucking around and finding out. He’d had fun with Darius before, but that was all it had been. Fun. Blowing off steam. They were both too bossy in bed to be compatible.
But throw Kit into the bed with them? This could be more than just fun.
“Sounds good to me.” Darius flipped the hallway light on. He stalked closer, clearly focused on Kit more than James. That was fair, because James was wholly focused on the way Kit’s breath caught as Darius towered over him. Kit was trapped between both of them, and his every breath and movement rippled through James.
Darius touched Kit’s face, his fingertips skimming against James’s hand on Kit’s throat, then pressed a blunt, brown fingertip against Kit’s lower lip. Briefly, Darius met James’s eyes. “You sure this is okay?”
“I’m sure this is hot as fuck,” James said easily. But Darius held his gaze, clearly not satisfied. James sighed dramatically, letting go of Kit’s throat to toy with his soft nipples through the fabric. “I wouldn’t invite you if I wasn’t sure. Let’s see where this goes.”
His cute little boyfriend squirmed under his touch. “Aren’t you going to ask if I’m all right with this too?” Kit demanded.
Darius chuckled. James couldn’t see Kit’s expression, but his shiver was palpable as Darius leaned closer and murmured into his ear. “I asked James because you get off on my asking his permission to use you. Am I wrong?”
James’s cock twitched against Kit with the heat in Darius’s voice.
“You’re not wrong.” Kit sounded strangled. “Fucking Christ.”
James poked Darius’s shoulder. “Are the beds made?”
Darius shook his head. “Kitchen counter, or living room couch?”
“Living room.” James reluctantly let go of Kit, thrilled with the way Kit swayed on his feet without his support—and the way Darius immediately drew him closer. “I have condoms and lube in the car. You need anything?”
Darius lifted Kit’s chin, dark eyes raking down his body. “Yeah, grab the green duffel from the backseat.”
“On it.” James shook his finger. “Feel free to start without me.”
They took him at his word. James paused first to watch Darius kiss Kit. The way Kit leaned his whole body up into thekiss was riveting. The goddamn size difference between them was mesmerizing. Was that how Kit looked with James too?
James needed more mirrors at home.
But first, James had some supplies to fetch. He took off for the car, feeling pretty fucking smug about this whole situation.
