Ez huffed a laugh. “Indeed. The door should be open, but I’m sure he’ll hear you coming. He’s barely spoken about anything else all week.”
Jonah felt his cheeks heat. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to fixate on the way Ez’s eyes followed his every move. “So, the others…”
“Are around.” Ez’s smile was shark-like. “But Torin’s needs are different from Rafe’s, so I am uncertain you will be seeing them.”
Jonah nodded. “Alright.” He crossed to the door, then looked back. “I’ll be here.”
Ez raised his eyebrows.
“Next week. I’ll be by next week.” He looked Ez over slowly. He didn’t know if he wanted to peel Ez out of his suit or have Ez fuck him while he was still wearing it, but he knew what he wanted.
Judging by the smouldering look he got in reply, Ez knew, too. The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Go, Jonah,” he said. “Go play with the toy I made you.”
Chapter Two
Jonah took the stairs two at a time up to the next floor. His heart hammered against his ribs, and it had nothing to do with the sudden burst of exercise.
He wanted Ez. Wanted him as much as he wanted the others – and that desire still ran through him, even after having had fun with the three of them so far.
Walking slower, Jonah made his way up to the fourth floor. His impression of Torin so far was of someone less dominant than the others. He was taller than Jonah, but not bulging with muscles the way Damon or Finley were.
When he stepped out onto the landing, Torin was waiting for him. He was leaning in a doorway, and his lips curved into a small smile.
God, but he was pretty. His eyes sparkled as he looked Jonah over, and he pushed back a blonde curl that had fallen into his face.
“I thought you might not come,” he said. His voice was as light as it had been before, almost musical in its tone. Jonah crossed the distance between them without a thought.
“No, I – Sorry. I needed to talk to Ez about what we’re gonna do after…”
He trailed off. Torin’s smile never faltered, though he reached out and stroked his thumb over Jonah’s chin. “And what do you want to do, Jonah?”
“I want to come back.”
“Good boy,” Torin said, and Jonah was sure he didn’t miss the shiver the words elicited. He took Jonah’s hand, pulling him into the room. “Come in, come in. We’re going to have fun.”
Jonah didn’t doubt it. The room was similar to the others he’d seen so far, and after his time with Rafe, he was beginning to believe that they all lived in this building. There were items scattered around that gave it away, and Jonah wandered as Torin let go of his hand, crossing the room to pick up the case.
There was only one toy remaining. Torin held the case out and Jonah took it, running his fingers over the thick strands that seemed to surround the dildo’s shaft. It was as thick as Rafe’s had been, the strands making it a struggle for Jonah to get his hand around.
He swallowed hard, stroking the toy with his thumb. “It’s…”
Torin grinned again. “You’ve seen Ez’s other toys. They’re very true to life.”
Yeah, that was true. God, people were gonna go nuts over these.
“Tell me something, Jonah,” Torin said. He’d moved again and was sitting on the bed, legs spread wide. His gaze was hungry, and Jonah was sure, when he smiled, that his teeth were sharper than they’d been before.
“Tell you… what?”
“How far did they go with you? Finley and Damon? Did they give you everything you wanted?”
Jonah nodded. Torin beckoned him, and he moved closer. When he was within reach, Torin grabbed him by the hips,pulling him forward so Jonah was straddling his lap. Jonah gasped. He let go of the dildo and it fell onto the bed, bouncing once before it was still.
Torin skimmed his lips up Jonah’s throat. “Tell me what you wanted, Jonah,” he crooned. “Did you want Finley’s knot?”
Heat flooded Jonah’s face. “Yes,” he managed. “It was… I’ve never…”
