Regan’s pale body pressed against his. His hot breath in his ear. Bryson squeezed his eyes shut, willing the memories to go away.
When he opened them, Kaydon was there. His broad chest pressing into him, his arms wrapping around Bryson’s front.
Bryson reached up and grabbed Kaydon’s forearm, holding on for dear life. Kaydon’s lips pressed into the side of his neck. The smell of vanilla and soap filled Bryson’s nose, and he breathed it in. Kaydon’s body was a roaring furnace behind him, and Bryson leaned into it. He allowed Kaydon to half carry, half drag him into the shower.
Seth’s eyes caught Bryson’s as the pair came into view. Bryson wanted to be strong. He wanted to be all the things his brothers needed him to be but, in this moment, he felt boneless. Like the only thing holding him upright was Kaydon’s hard chest behind him.
Seth sank to his knees, his blond hair wet, and drops from the shower beaded off his fluttering eyelashes. He planted a kisson Bryson’s inner thigh and then his lips, soft and wet, moved higher.
Seth had just been in a fight for his life a few hours earlier. It should be Bryson on his knees. He should be checking Seth and Kaydon for all the marks and hurts that Bryson hadn’t been able to prevent.
“Seth, you don’t have to…” Bryson said, trying to wiggle out of Kaydon’s grip.
Kaydon’s arms tightened against him. “Shhh, let us take care of you,” Kaydon whispered in his ear.
Bryson leaned his head against Kaydon, allowing him to hold him up, and Seth’s mouth continued to move north. Bryson could feel Kaydon’s erection pressing into his back, his warmth and strength chasing the memories away. He was here with his brothers and Adria. They were far away from that room behind the white doors, and Regan was dead.
Seth’s hot mouth on his dick forced a moan from Bryson’s lips. Seth’s hands pulled on his hips, and Bryson was drawn deeper into Seth’s throat.
Bryson bit down on his lip, closing his eyes.
Regan was there.
Down on his knees, sucking on Bryson, forcing him, hurting him. Making him stay hard until he finally came in Regan’s mouth.
Fuck.
Anxiety rose in Bryson’s chest and he forced his eyes open.
“Look at me, Seth,” he said.
It was less of a command and more of a plea. Seth brought his eyes up to stare into Bryson’s.
It wasn’t Regan’s hardened blue eyes that stared up at him, but Seth’s beautiful bright blueish-gray ones. His gaze held adoration and love. Relief filled Bryson.
Despite the water that ran down his face, Seth continued to take him, eyes never leaving Bryson’s. With Kaydon’s arms around him and Seth’s eyes and mouth devouring him, Bryson let himself go.
Moaning into the shower, he felt his orgasm shoot into Seth’s mouth and watched as eyes still on him, Seth swallowed every drop.
Kaydon spun him around then, pushing Bryson’s body into the warm shower wall. Steam and water splashed around the three of them. His forearm pinned Bryson to the wall, and Kaydon kissed him.
It wasn’t the all-consuming, claiming kiss that Bryson had with Seth. Kaydon took his time. His lips played with Bryson’s, parting them slowly, licking off droplets of water as he went.
Kaydon didn’t force it, but he owned that kiss. Exploring Bryson’s mouth until Bryson was panting under him, his cock throbbing after being brought back to life so soon after coming.
Kaydon’s hips pressed into him and their cocks rubbed painfully slow together. When Kaydon released him, Seth was there, turning Kaydon’s face so the two of them could share a kiss. Bryson watched the two of them, Seth’s fingers framing Kaydon’s and pulling him in closer.
When they pulled apart, the three of them were breathless.
“I love you,” Bryson said to both of them.
Memories of Regan faded far away as a peaceful calm took over him.
CHAPTER 25
POLANCO
When they got out of the shower, Adria was nowhere to be found. Bryson needed to talk to her, but right now, he knew he needed his brothers more. Grabbing the lube that Kaydon and he had bought at their last stop, the three of them made their way to the bed, never once losing contact with each other.
