“Ah, Jesus … Trey…”
Well, that answered her question.
“Fuck … suck me while Ava sucks you.”
This time she couldn’t stop the sharp inhale that filled her lungs, her surprise so potent she nearly fell to the floor. Magnus was thinking about both of them.
“Jesus fuck!” Magnus threw his head back as his cock pulsed in his fist, streams of cum splashing against the tile. He looked so beautiful like that, every muscle in his body tense, a masterpiece of planes and angles.
His head tilted back down, his arm tensing as he continued to prop himself on the wall.
She was about to turn around and leave when he said her name.
Ava didn’t reply, willing herself to be invisible.
Magnus didn’t lift his head, didn’t look her way. “Ava, you should leave now.”
“I should,” she agreed, whispering the words as she turned and fled.
Chapter Four
Trey opened the back door of Magnus’shouse to the sound of feet pounding on the floor. A second later, a door slammed.
“Hello?”
No one answered, so he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He felt like shit for how he’d left things with Magnus, and while he was still convinced this was the best thing for them, he couldn’t just walk away. It wasn’t in his nature. At the very least, he wanted to part on relatively good terms. It was the only way he could move on. Some probably thought of it as closure. More like facing your demons head on.
Trey peeked into the living room, but it was empty. Ava’s iPad sat on one cushion, tossed aside as though she’d been in a hurry. He peered down the hall that led to the bedrooms. The only open door was the one to the small bathroom. He headed down the hall, stopping in front of Ava’s bedroom. He put his ear near the door but heard nothing coming from inside. He moved on to Magnus’s door. Trey was about to lean in and listen when he heard Magnus’s voice approaching rapidly.
“Ava! We need to talk about this!”
The door swung open, and Magnus slammed right into Trey, knocking him back a step.
“Oh, shit.” Magnus huffed deeply. “You scared the shit out of me, Trey. What are you doing here?”
The bigger question was: what were Magnus and Ava doing? Since Magnus was wearing a towel around his hips and his hair was dripping wet, the logical assumption was that he’d been in the shower. Had Ava been with him? And when the fuck had they started doing that shit?
“You know what?” Trey said firmly. “Never mind. Clearly, I’ve come at a bad time.”
“Wait, goddammit,” Magnus barked, grabbing for Trey’s arm.
Trey stopped moving but didn’t turn to look back at Magnus. He couldn’t. Thinking about him and Ava…
“It’s not what you think,” Magnus stated.
A mirthless laugh escaped. “And what exactly do I think?”
Magnus exhaled heavily, releasing him to go back into his bedroom. Trey should’ve used that as an excuse to leave, but his damn feet weren’t on the same page, because he turned around and followed Magnus into the room.
“Fuck,” he bit out, turning around when he realized Magnus had dropped the fucking towel in order to pull on a pair of shorts.
“You’ve seen me naked plenty,” Magnus snapped. “Get over yourself, Trey.”
There were times, like now, when Trey was reminded of Magnus’s age. Although he was an adult, the fact that Magnus was twelve years younger and not at the same level of maturity was glaringly obvious.
“You know what? Go fuck yourself, Magnus. I’m done.”
Trey spun on his heel and marched out of the room. He made it two feet before he changed his mind and turned around. He’d come this far; he needed to finish it. God knows he wasn’t eager to do it a second time.
