He let Trey use him for long minutes, accepting the deep thrusts that rocked his entire body. He held himself still, urging Trey to rail him harder, give him more. It would never be enough, he knew, but it would be enough for now.
Trey gripped Magnus’s hips hard, jerking him back every time he impaled him. The brutal intensity had his cock leaking. If he could just touch his cock, stroke it once, he would come. That was all he needed to go over.
“I’m gonna come in your ass; then you’re gonna come in my mouth,” Trey growled.
Magnus moaned in response. He was game for whatever Trey wanted. The man had never left him wanting before, and he didn’t suspect he would start now.
“Oh … fuck … Magnus…” Trey drove into him, his words punctuating every aggressive drive of his hips. “So … fucking … tight.”
When Trey came, it was with a hard grunt and a violent shudder. Magnus resisted stroking his cock, waiting until Trey dropped down to his knees, then urged him to turn around.
Two strokes of Trey’s wicked mouth was all it took to shatter his mind and body at the same time.
*
AFTER THAT INSANELY HOT ENCOUNTER,TREY COAXEDMagnus into the shower. He took his time washing them both, enjoying the way Magnus’s eyes rolled back in his head as Trey touched him, relishing the soft, satisfied moans that rattled in his chest.
He was no longer capable of pretending he didn’t want Magnus. It took effort to keep up the facade in public, but when they were alone, he’d stopped trying. He knew that if Magnus would just look hard enough, he would see every emotion written on Trey’s face. He wished he could’ve kept the man at arm’s length, wished he could’ve kept it at the level where pleasure was the only thing he sought. He’d long surpassed that point, even if he would continue to outwardly deny it.
As he rinsed Magnus with the sprayer, he trailed his fingertips over his velvet smooth skin, admiring the thick slabs of muscle. Magnus had bulked up some recently, and he suspected Brantley had convinced Magnus to take up lifting weights the way he did. He knew Brantley and Magnus had spent more time together since Reese left, knew they’d established a friendship while Magnus taught Brantley the necessary steps to train Tesha.
Admittedly, Trey was jealous of that friendship, but not because he worried. No, he merely wished he had that sort of easy interaction with Magnus outside of the bedroom.
Trey hooked the sprayer back to the wall then turned off the water. As he turned to get towels, Magnus grabbed him.
“Trey?”
He met those beautiful hazel eyes. “Hmm?”
Magnus was staring deep into his soul, and Trey wondered what was going through his head. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t know because Magnus’s “Never mind” ended the moment.
Trey pressed a kiss to his lips, pulled back. “Come on. Let’s sleep.”
When Trey drifted off, he knew he would sleep soundly for the few hours Magnus would remain in his arms. The man would slip out before dawn, leaving Trey wishing for another moment like they’d shared in the hotel in Dallas the night Magnus had surprised him with a visit. Those moments didn’t happen, though, and Trey constantly reminded himself that this was what he’d asked for. This was what he continued to push for.
And until he decided to move forward, this was what he would get.
Chapter Five
Sunday, March 13, 2022
REESE BRUSHED THE TICKLE AWAY FROM HISnose as he came awake slowly. He didn’t open his eyes right away because something felt off.
He wasn’t at his mother’s, he knew that much. And he wasn’t at Brantley’s because he would’ve known since that was the only place that felt like home.
Another tickle had him rubbing his face as he peeked open an eye only to flinch back into the cushion behind his head.
Three small faces stared down at him, all of them smiling, their eyes glittering with amusement.
Kate, Kade, and Avery, three of Travis and Gage’s five kids, were hovering over him.
“I told you it’d work,” Kate said proudly, waving a small feather in victory.
Yep, they were responsible for the tickle. Being that they were Travis’s offspring, it was a wonder Reese didn’t have shaving cream—or worse—smeared over his face at his own doing. He figured that was a prank they’d learn soon enough.
“It’s about time,” Avery said gleefully. “The daddies said you might sleep all day.” She dragged out theall daypart as though that was inconceivable.
“The daddies?” he said, rolling his head on his neck to work out the kinks.
