Fuck, I needed this.
I didn’t realize how long overdue we were for a break until this moment. With West standing before Beau and me, his molten gaze sends waves of electric heat all over my body. It’s been too long. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t at all thrilled with the idea of a cruise. It’s not really my style. That was all Beau. But now that we’re here, I couldn’t imagine a better way for us to unwind from the stresses of our everyday work lives and tangle up in each other instead.
Most mornings start before the damn sparrows wake, and the late nights all seem to bleed into one, long, tedious day, which never includes a moment where we can be in each other’s company without every man and his fucking dog watching our every move.
West owns Carrington Construction, and I work right there alongside him. In fact, that’s how we met. After high school, I was hunting for an apprenticeship in the building industry, and West reluctantly took me on. Now, I’m his right hand man,amongst other things, and he and I haven’t missed a single beat since.
I had no desire to move away from Blue River. It was home. It’s where I grew up and where I imagined I’d grow old. But now? Now that West and Beau are mine and I’m theirs, home isn’t just a place anymore. It’s them. And there isn’t a corner of this world I wouldn’t chase, cross or claim if it meant being by their sides.
West crawls onto the bed, his broad, chiseled body, the kind you earn from years of hard work, has my pulse hammering as he commands every bit of space he takes up. The heat from Beau’s shirtless body fits against me, grounding me, teasing me the same way that West’s does, driving me so damn wild and they haven’t even touched me yet. Not the way I need them to. That needs to change. I avoid the urge to palm my hardening cock, because I know that if I even try to pull that shit, West will probably deny me my much needed orgasm. He’s been known to do that before, and I’ll be damned if I choose now to challenge him.
I clench my hands at my sides, needing to do…something, anything, as West’s large, menacing frame looms over us, as we wait impatiently for his next move. Beau shifts a little, his side brushing against my left as West finally settles into his position about an arm’s length away. The room shrinks around us, the walls blurring into nothing until it’s just us three, caught in the same current that only exists when we’re together. I’m grateful to Beau for booking the Penthouse Suite, even though I complained for about a month about how expensive and over the top it was, because we’re not exactly small men.
Beau’s breath caresses the shell of my ear, sending a rush of goosebumps down my spine because fuck, that feels good. Everything about them being here with me is borderline euphoric, and that’s saying something, considering I’ve neverbeen big on romance. The idea of a love like this had always been reserved for romance books or TV, never real life. Yet, here I am, wrapped up in West and Beau, completely lost in the way they make my heart race and tear down every damn wall I had ever built.
“My cock is fucking weeping for you, Hazey baby,” Beau whispers, and my dick twitches behind the fabric of my too-tight shorts.
Fuck!
I want him.
I want them both.
He’s tormenting not only me, but West too, and Beau sure as shit knows it. Though I’m not gonna be the fucker who stops him.
“Don’t call me that,” I growl, but even I know that I don't sound the least bit convincing. Beau’s grin widens and he breathes out a low, teasing laugh, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck.
“You’re not fooling anyone, Haze. We all know you love it when I call you baby. Isn't that right…Baby?”
“Why don't you make yourself useful and wrap that bratty little mouth around my fucking cock, Beau Baker,” West orders, and Beau’s expression transforms into an awestruck, mischievous grin as he turns to look up at West. The heat in West’s blue eyes leaves no room for debate.
“It's about fucking time,” Beau breathes out, before getting on all fours and crawling over the hundreds of red rose petals scattered over the bed, closing the distance between him and West. Beau rises to his knees, lifting his hands to grip the waistband of West’s shorts, tugging at the fabric and slowly pulling them down over his hips. West’s large, thick cock is hard as a fucking rock as it springs out, slapping his toned stomachwith a thwack. My own eyes widen, mouth fucking salivating as I watch Beau take West’s cock into his mouth without hesitation.
“You're such a good fucking boy,” West hums softly, his fingers threading into Beau’s man bun, then gently starts to buck his hips, guiding his length deeper into Beau’s inviting mouth. Beau purrs around West’s cock, and I can’t seem to look away. I’m hypnotized. Transfixed by the saliva that glistens and drips down his chin. I quickly lift my gaze and catch West staring at me, his hooded blue eyes smoldering, burning straight through me as if he can read my thoughts. I hope he can see how badly I want him.
“West…” I choke, my throat tight, his name coming out all desperate and needy but I don’t give a fuck how hungry I sound at this point.
“Come here, baby,” he finally says, and I obey, because I don’t think I can wait another second. Not having him, not having the three of us together whenever I want has been fucking torture. I don’t even know how long it’s been. Hiding out in half-built buildings with him, even for a brief moment alone, is dangerously exhilarating, I’m not gonna lie. The idea of getting caught does something to me. But none of that is enough. I need them both. Like this.
Beau and I have been best friends since middle school. By the time we were seniors, it was clear that we were in love with each other. And when West came into the picture, I was already working for him. That's when Beau pursued him. I believe his words were, “You are blind if you don’t fucking see how right West is for us.” And somehow, everything just… fit.
We’ve never hidden who we are, well, we did, but not for long. A lot of that confidence came from our classmates back in high school. The Stone brothers and their best friend Zane were in a loud, very open relationship, and they didn’t give a single fuck who knew about it. It was inspiring. Freeing, even. That’swhen we realized we were enough exactly as we were and we haven’t looked back since.
We’re just waiting for the right time for West to tell Theo and if I’m being honest, none of us is totally sure how he’ll take it. Not the part about being with two guys, Theo knows his dad is bi. It’swhothe guys are that might really put a cat amongst the pigeons. Because Theo, Beau and I went to school together, and let’s just say, Theo’s not exactly known for being the most understanding person, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
West drops his lips to mine, completely hijacking my thoughts, kissing me fast and passionately with reckless urgency. He slides his free hand around my body, gripping tightly to my ass cheek, kneading it hard while his tongue dances with mine in a hot, soaking wet kiss that I feel all the way to my bones. Slurping sounds fill the room, lingering with Beau’s desperate moans as he takes West’s cock to the back of his throat.
“I need you,” I breathe out as West sucks and bites my lower lip. My dick is fucking weeping for him, begging to be touched.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” is all I manage to say before he slides his hand from my ass to my engorged cock, wrapping his fingers tightly around my girth. He starts to stroke it, and it's all I can do not to blow my fucking load before this even begins. These assholes have been edging me all day with theirfuck meeyes, and a man can only take so much.
“Fuuuuck…” I groan as West gently traces a finger over my swollen tip, swirling my pre-cum around the head, coating my length with it before he starts to pump me.
Our panting fills the room, and I don’t even care that the doors to our balcony are still open. The sound of the water roaring past us should be enough to mask what we’re doing, andif it’s not, I really don’t give a fuck. My entire body starts to quake as West strokes me just right, and I reach out and grip his shoulder to keep from collapsing. He must know that I’m close because he removes his hand from around my dick and gives me a knowing smirk.
I. Could. Kill. Him.
