But even more than that, I wanted Blake to be happy. And the more Russell won my heart over, the more it seemed like he might actually be right for my guy, good enough to treat him right and keep him smiling.
It was bittersweet, bringing Blake closer to the guy he could basically replace me with, but at least I’d have a scorching memory to take with me.
“Bed already?” I asked, thinking quick. “I was just about to ask you to model that toolbelt.”
Blake arched a furry eyebrow at me, and Russell let out a nervous laugh. “What do you mean?” he asked.
I nodded across the room. Russell had started fixing the molding that Blake broke, and he left his toolbelt sitting out earlier in the day. It was brown leather, worn but in good shape. “That’s yours, right?”
“It is,” Russell said cautiously. He was smiling, and a nervous energy was jumping in his eyes.
Fuck, it was hot to flirt with both of them.
“I bet that pretty makeup of yours looks good with your toolbelt.”
Russell rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Now I know you’re teasing me.”
I held his eye for one loaded second, then glanced back to Blake. “Russell’s rocking that makeup, right?”
Blake gave me a look like I was impossible, but nodded. “Yeah. Fuck yeah, he looks great. I already said that.”
I grinned. “And wouldn’t he also look pretty hot with that toolbelt on?”
Blake stared at me a second, and if he were capable of blushing, I’m pretty sure he would have right then. “I mean, sure.”
I turned back to Russell with a shrug. “Everyone agrees,” I said, then stepped forward. “It would be pretty hot, if you modeled it for us,” I said, dropping my voice low enough that all my intentions were clear as day.
Russell, though, he did blush. And as he leaned back on the counter, biting down on his bottom lip and staring at me and Blake, his cheeks turned a perfect pink. “Guys,” he said weakly, then laughed. “I mean, it sounds fun, but you really want me to do that?”
I reached out and pushed a strand of his curly hair back. My desire flared, but I held myself together, knowing I needed to go slow and do this right. “Really,” I assured Russell, then leaned back against Blake, pressing my body to his. “If it sounds fun to you, too, then show us what you got, beautiful.”
* * *
RUSSELL
I stoodunder the archway as I buckled my toolbelt around my waist. My heart was pounding, and my nerves were singing out with nervous excitement.
This was definitely not how I expected the night to go. I didn’t even know where it was going. I just knew that somehow, Casey had gotten me wrapped up in one of his ideas, just like he always got Blake and Peyton wrapped up in his schemes when they were teenagers.
And I knew that I liked it. I really, really liked his attention, tingling across my skin, and the way Blake stared at me.
I tightened the belt, and it hung heavily off my hips. It wasn’t clear what exactly I was supposed to do or what Casey had in mind, but the looks in both of their eyes made it pretty clear they were as turned on as I was.
They’d kissed at the club, and Blake had seen me in my panties. Could something more really be happening right now?
Casey leaned against Blake. “Just like I thought. Never looked better.”
I laughed, and Blake stayed close to Russell, his eyes burning into me. “He’s not lying,” he grunted.
Okay, they were definitely fucking. It was not just my horny teenage imagination. Blake and Casey secretly fucked each other.
And it felt a lot like they were about to fuck me, too.
I stepped forward, swaying my hips. “Really?” I asked. I traced my hands along the belt, feeling the leather. “I don’t think makeup and tool belts are a traditional look, you know.”
Casey stepped away from Blake, crossing to me. “That’s why it’s so hot that you can pull it off.”
Heat flooded through me, and my cock strained against my jeans. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t super experienced either, and the reality that I was flirting with two men at once hit me like a bolt of lightning.
