Ava had to fan herself, letting her head flop back on the pillow as the memory took hold. She’d never seen two men together before that, never even fantasized about it. Now that she’d secretly watched Magnus sucking Trey’s cock—a major violation of the friend code, she was sure—Ava was hoping to catch another glimpse.
Not for the first time, she imagined what it would be like to have a front-row seat to the action. She liked the idea because it allowed her to recognize the fact that she wasn’t completely broken. Her libido still had hot embers glowing, although she wasn’t quite ready to have sex with anyone, even if she tingled in private places when she fantasized about Magnus and Trey bringing her into the fray. This was so much easier. Living vicariously through them, sating some of those urges by being a voyeur to their lust.
Of course, she would be remiss if she didn’t admit that spending her spare time thinking about Magnus and Trey was merely a diversion tactic. It was far more interesting than thinking about what had actually happened to her. It was bad enough that she relived that horrific night whenever she closed her eyes, trapped in a vicious never-ending nightmare. But it hadn’t been a nightmare, she’d lived through the entire thing, and for some reason, her subconscious wanted to relive the horror over and over again by assaulting her in her dreams.
The sad thing was, she wasn’t the only injured party here. She got the feeling Magnus blamed himself for what she’d been through, although he certainly wasn’t at fault. He hadn’t played a part in it at all, yet when he looked at her, she could see how much it hurt him to remember what she’d looked like the day they’d found her at Gloria Steiner’s house. The kind woman had taken her in and done her best to patch Ava up, promising not to let her husband find her.
That had been four months ago, exactly sixteen weeks, and as far as Ava was concerned, the past was behind her. So Magnus could continue to look at her with pained sympathy etched on his handsome face, but she had no intentions of being that battered, broken girl ever again.
While she woke up screaming night after night, she wasn’t willing to play the victim. At the same time, she recognized she was still bottling things up, which wasn’t a good thing. She figured if she followed the doctor’s suggestion that she see a therapist to help her work through the ordeal, she would’ve made significant strides by now. It was the only way she’d truly heal.
She knew that. She did. She was a lot of things, but an idiot she was not. Therapy was in her future, but right now, it was easier to pretend she was whole and would one day find that happily ever after she’d been dreaming of all her life.
One day.
A low growl sounded from the kitchen, followed by Trey’s throaty mumble.
Ava wondered whether Magnus would consider her healed if he knew just how hot listening to them made her.
***
Magnus was hanging on by a thread. His body was strung so tight, it was a wonder he didn’t snap clean in two any second.
It didn’t help that Trey’s hand was curled around his cock, stroking him slowly, firmly.
“Let me touch you,” Magnus repeated, attempting to rip at the button on Trey’s jeans.
Trey’s response was an adamant shake of his head.
One of these days, Magnus was going to lose his shit. Trey was pushing him toward it, in fact. He could only handle this for so long before he shattered into a million pieces. And he wasn’t talking about the smooth, self-satisfied way Trey jacked him off, either. He was all too aware of what Trey was doing. The way he was putting distance between them—emotionally, at least—taking metaphorical steps back each day. Pretty soon, they would no longer share these moments either, and Magnus wasn’t prepared for that to happen.
He pulled back so he could look into the steel-blue eyes that haunted his dreams and made him want things he’d never imagined himself wanting. They glittered with promise as Trey took a step forward, forcing Magnus back. But it wasn’t the promise of a future. Trey’s mind was clearly in the moment, and his one and only vow was to get Magnus off. If only Magnus could settle for that, they’d be fine. They could continue … just … like … this.
The next thing he knew, Trey was easing down to one knee.
“Oh, fuck me,” Magnus muttered as he watched Trey’s mouth open and those perfect lips on that perfect face wrap soundly around the engorged head of his cock.
He was a goner.
Magnus lost all preconceptions of resisting, giving himself over to the sheer pleasure of the heated suction that stole his breath and made his head spin. He kept his eyes locked on Trey’s handsome face as he worked him with his lips and tongue. The light scrape of Trey’s beard across his inner thigh as Trey dragged his wicked tongue along his shaft, the sweet bump of his throat when he took Magnus to the root. It was too much.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, no longer caring that his groans and moans might wake Ava, who was sleeping in the next room. At the moment, the only thing he could focus on was the pleasure obliterating him.
Trey’s eyes darkened with hunger and glittered with challenge as he drew on him once more, taking Magnus’s cock as deep as he could.
Widening his stance, Magnus thrust his hands into Trey’s hair and held his head. He took over from there, fucking Trey’s face, chasing that elusive release that would mean another sweet surrender. He tightened his hold on Trey’s head and saw the flash of surprise in the man’s eyes as he took control of the situation, driving himself right to that precarious edge. He rode the fine line between pure bliss and erotic ecstasy for several seconds before he drove deep into Trey’s throat and let himself go.
He managed to remain upright on shaky legs, stumbling back, the world coming into sharp focus. He was panting, his chest heaving from exertion as he grabbed hold of the countertop to keep himself vertical. As he came back down to earth, Trey got to his feet, adjusting his jeans.
Oh what Magnus wouldn’t give to take care of that man right now. He’d been trying for weeks, but Trey was holding himself back. For the life of him, Magnus didn’t know why, wasn’t sure what it meant for the two of them. The one thing he was certain of was the fact that pushing Trey Walker to do anything he didn’t want to do was a surefire way of setting fire to whatever remnants of their original relationship that still remained.
That was the only reason he wasn’t throwing the man to the ground and having his wicked way with him right now. Well, that and the fact Trey was the dominant one in their relationship, a fact Magnus had come to enjoy immensely.
“I’ll be back in the mornin’,” Trey said gruffly, his back ramrod straight as he took a hesitant step forward.
Magnus stood tall, gripping Trey’s hips when he eliminated the distance between them. “You could stay the night.”
Trey gave him the same answer he’d given every single time Magnus had said the very same thing: a subtle shake of his head.
