“Yeah.” Rafe reached between them and ground his palm against Holt’s erection.
Holt grabbed his wrist and stilled his hand. “I wasn’t talking about that.”
Rafe’s exhale carried with it his fear. “I know.”
“Tell me,” Holt said. “I need to know it’s more than that.”
Rafe hated to admit it because it made him look weak, but he couldn’t deny this man. He’d never been able to, and though he didn’t understand it, he couldn’t fight it.
“I feel it,” he whispered. “I don’t want to, but I do.”
He sensed Holt getting emotional. Rafe didn’t want the upheaval to ruin his night, so he gripped Holt’s wrist, pulling his hand away.
Holding Holt’s stare, he resumed rubbing Holt’s cock.
“Ahh, fuck.” Holt planted his hands on the wall beside Rafe’s head and looked down, watching as Rafe rubbed him through his jeans. “I’ve thought about this so many times.”
Rafe had too. More than he could count. That night had been incredible. He hadn’t gotten nearly enough of this man, but he’d run fast and far because he thought he had no choice. He chose self-preservation over happiness because that was his default setting.
But that night, Rafe had held back. He hadn’t given Holt everything because he’d been scared. The man’s dominance had brought back bad memories. It had taken months for Rafe to be able to let those fantasies play out fully, and once they did, they’d been on repeat.
“Keep it up, and you’ll have to finish me off,” Holt warned.
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
Holt met his stare. “Is it?”
“Yeah.”
From the gleam in Holt’s eyes, he was on board with the idea, but when Rafe reached for the button on Holt’s jeans, Holt stopped him.
“Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Bailey.” Holt groaned. “She wants to be with us.”
Rafe’s hands fell to his sides, shock and disbelief gripping him by the throat. “Y’all’ve discussed this? Do you know howfucked upthat is?”
Holt took a step back, his expression hard. “It’s not fucked up. And no, we haven’t discussed it at length.”
“What did she say then?”
“That she doesn’t want to be left out.”
Rafe shook his head and moved away. “I don’t know if I’m up for that.”
This didn’t make sense to him. Maybe it didn’t necessarily feel wrong, but it didn’t give him a warm fuzzy feeling either. Watching them when they weren’t aware was one thing. Joining in … sure, it was a great fucking fantasy, but it seemed like a whole other beast.
Rafe thrust his hand in his hair, gearing up to tell Holt he was out, but his words died on his tongue when Holt pressed up behind him, his arm banding around Rafe’s chest.
“Don’t move for a minute.”
Rafe took a deep breath and remained where he was.
Holt’s hands slipped beneath his shirt, sliding over his stomach, higher. “Imagine her on her knees right now.”
Rafe looked down as though he might see Bailey kneeling before him.
