“Be quiet,” Xavier says in a low voice that makes me instantly want to obey.
Are they going to hurt Hunter? Gun or not, I won’t just stand by and let that happen. Okay, probably I’ll just die and be of no help at all, but standing around and doing nothing is worse. I’m not brave, but I can’t be that person. Not here—not like this.
Except Hunter doesn’t look like he’s in distress. He relaxes into the hold and grasps Xavier’s wrist. “Let me go. He has no part in this, I told you.”
That shouldn’t hurt, really. I definitely don’t have a part in whatever the hell this is. At the same time, it does sting. Why did he even ask me out, when he’s clearly already involved withtwoother people? I feel like I’ve been set up somehow. Was he trying to humiliate me? Worse?
“Of course, he does. You invited him here, love. There are consequences for actions, and he gets to learn them alongside you.”
Love.Hunter hasn’t ever struck me as the kind of guy to betray someone, not like that. There’s no way he would have asked me on a date if he was in a relationship. I have to believe that. Ihaveto. So what exactly is going on here?
“You don’t fucking own me,” Hunter growls back.
Xavier leans down, his lips against Hunter’s ear, and looks right at me as he says, “That’s where you’re wrong.” And then he—
Oh my God. Is he really going to—yes, he is. Hunter bites his lip, and a small moan leaks out when Xavier thrusts, the table rattling under the force of it. They’re going to finish, with me sitting right here. I’m so hard it’s bordering on painful, and there’s a mixture of jealousy swirling with all that lust. Not because Hunter is with other people, though that’s part of it, I’m sure—thiswassupposed to be our date—but because I’m being made to watch, and there’s nothing that I can do to stop it or be a part of it. Being on the outside of this inferno is uncomfortable in a way I’m not sure that I want to examine. It’s not allbaduncomfortable, and what the actual hell does that mean?
“He’s quite the sight, isn’t he, Matthew?” Xavier asks. The way he says my name is dripping with sensuality, and it digs into my chest, squeezing my heart. And parts of me a bit lower than that.
He twists his wrist, fisting Hunter’s dick, and Hunter drops his head. My mouth opens of its own accord, but I manage to swallow back the words I want to say.Let me look at you.This might be my only opportunity to see him like this. Open.Sexual.What’s a little more imagery to haunt me forever? Not like I don’t have plenty already.
Xavier smirks as though he knows what I’m thinking. If he says he does, in fact, know, I’ll believe it. This is all straight outof some messed-up fantasy. Mine? Theirs? Does it even matter? I can’t decide if this is some kind of reward or punishment.
I should have asked more questions!
“Pleasure is the ultimate truth,” Xavier continues. He kisses the skin under Hunter’s ear and then licks down his neck. My gaze follows eagerly, soaking up all of it. None of this is normal, or right, and I can’t look away. Hunter looks incredible, blissed out and lost in them.
“Miles.”
Without any kind of real communication between them, Miles steps up and replaces Xavier’s hand around Hunter’s dick, his black leather gloves obscene against the backdrop.
Hunter’s head jerks, and the way the two men stare at each other only heats everything further. Like lighting a match in a room filled with gas. Explosive and liable to kill me.
“Come for me, love, let me feel it around my dick.” He kisses up Hunter’s jaw, and then the two of them are kissing like they’re starving for it.
My breath sucks in, and all of my blood rushes south. There’s going to be a wet spot on my pants and no way to hide it.Don’t come in your pants, don’t come in your pants.No one has even touched me, for goodness’ sake.
Miles’ hand speeds up, and the sounds that Hunter is making are beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Nothing even close to the most vivid dreams I’ve had of him.
“That’s it,” Xavier whispers against Hunter’s lips. “Just like that. You’re so fucking perfect. I want to bathe in your scent, drown in it. Taste you on my tongue forever. I want to never be without you.”
The intimacy of his words, the reverence in them, is overwhelming. Have I ever had someone speak to me like that? The longest relationship I’ve ever had was three years, and Idon’t recall ever being treated like this. Really puts into stark contrast how lacking my former relationships were.
What exactly have I walked into?
Hunter’s groan hits my ears at the same time I’m drawn to Miles’ hand, and Hunter is coating it. The sight hits low in my gut. Good thing I’m already sitting down, or I’d have fallen.
Xavier bites down on the curve of Hunter’s throat, his fingers digging into Hunter’s collarbone, and then he’s groaning as well, the thrusts of his hips going erratic before stilling, plastered to Hunter’s back.
I’ve watched porn before, though it’s not generally my thing, and not even the hottest videos I’ve seen had anything on this. This is in a league all its own and not at all what I was expecting to experience tonight. I’ve never fantasised about more than one man, but I have a feeling after tonight that might change. My subconscious has a way of filtering out things I might shy away from in real life. Like thinking about multiple men in bed. Plain old me doesn’t have interesting stories like that.
The only one who hasn’t come is Miles, and he looks supremely satisfied regardless. He’s also still holding that gun, which is disconcerting. Terrifying. There’s probably a word out there somewhere that means both horny and scared. It’s not something I learned during my studies to become a teacher. Not exactly part of the curriculum.
Xavier kisses the back of Hunter’s neck, and it’s such a tender gesture that it feels like I’m intruding. Looking away and giving them privacy while they gather themselves, my eyes find Miles’. They’re so dark, they look black. Piercing and shrewd. I bet he can see right through me, know exactly what I’m thinking.
There’s not a lot of thinking happening. Probably why he’s giving me such a judgmental stare. It’s not my fault that they fried my brain. All I did was accept an invitation for a date witha man I’ve been low-key obsessed with for over a year now. That can’t be my fault. Right?
“Now,” Miles says, jolting me out of my thoughts. “We have some questions.”
