They were still there. Mars and Rip were with me, smiling and sweaty and as happy as I had ever seen them.
Rip pulled me up by my shoulders, then planted a deep kiss. I rubbed my raw lips against his beard, then turned to Mars, writhing under the playful bites he took at my lips. When they released me, we all fell back to the bed together, and I felt the heat of two sweaty, hairy, muscled chests, pressed against my bare skin.
“Look at that,” Mars said, stroking my hair. “Just like I thought.”
“Just like you thought?”
“You, Clarkle, are one of the best cock suckers I have ever met.”
“A real natural,” Rip growled into my ear.
I laughed, and it was like a waterfall came crashing down out of nowhere. A day ago, I had felt confused and lost. Like those two men were a mystery, and I would never figure out the secret of being like them and part of what they shared.
But you can’t deny something like what I was feeling right then. Not when there are four arms holding you and the taste of two men on your lips.
“That was amazing.”
Rip leaned forward, then pressed his forehead against my own, just like I had seen him do so many times with Mars. I felt dwarfed by his muscular body, but with Mars still nuzzled up against me, I knew there wasn’t anything to fear.
Rip was showing me that he was there, and I felt safer than I ever had before.
“Spend the night,” Rip said. “Stay with us.”
“Here?”
“Here,” Mars answered.
And with the night settling over Seattle, that was exactly what I did.
