Blaze straddles my lap and drags his cock against mine.
My breath hitches. It’s nothing like fucking a woman, obviously, and it’s not as intense as a blowjob would be.
But it has its own appeal.
I don’t think I’d want to do this with any other guy, but Blaze? Blaze is hot, and he’s my best friend, and it feels better than I ever could’ve dreamed.
I’m just leaning in to kiss him again when I hear a key in the lock, and I freeze. “Fuck,” I mutter, pulling back from Blaze’s mouth.
“Shit.” Blaze scrambles off me and hurriedly fixes his fly. I rush to do the same, and I barely get my painfully hard cock covered in time for the door to open.
River walks in. He scuffs his wet boots against the front mat and hangs his keys up on the key holder.
He looks between us, and I can only imagine how we look.
“We’re going to tell Pandora,” I say before he can speak.
His eyes narrow. “Yeah,” he says, and there’s a dangerous edge to his voice. “You are.”
I wince. “Is she really that bad off?” I ask him, unease pooling in the pit of my stomach. It’s enough to cool me off some, but my balls don’t get the memo somehow. They ache, and I wish River hadn’t interrupted.
“She freaked out because I hadn’t told Bobbi I had a girlfriend,” River replies, taking his boots off.
Blaze groans and runs his hands over his face. “Yeah. She brought up my past fucks. As in, women I slept withonce. Or maybe twice? I didn’t even fuck Monica. That’s when Pandora got, uh.” He glances in my direction. “That’s when she started provoking me.”
“So you… What? Decided to get back at her by fucking behind her back?” River asks, his voice a low growl.
“No,” I snap back at him. “She gave us permission, and anyway, we’re not keeping anything from her. So back off, River. It’s not our fault you’re jealous.”
Is he?
For the first time, I do wonder if he’s envious of my relationship with Blaze. Does he feel like he’s on the outside? Is he worried that he’s going to be left behind?
I sigh, holding up a hand to keep him from speaking. “Sorry, man. That was uncalled for.”
River grits his teeth. “I’m not jealous of anything.”
He is.
He absolutely is.
“Fine, whatever.” Blaze adjusts his jeans. “Bad timing, or good timing. I was going to tell you both about Lynx.”
“Who’s Lynx?” I ask.
River crosses over and sits on the armchair. His expression is still dark, thunderous, but he’s at least listening.
“They’re an assassin who might be skulking on campus.” Blazereaches for his tablet. “I found references to them in some of the Kappa Alpha files.”
He tilts the screen so I can see. I scan over the information he’s compiled, then my eyes widen.
“Wait,” I say, taking the tablet from him. “Shit. Look at these dates. And the name.”
I point to a line. Blaze crowds closer to take a look, then he grimaces. “Fuck. We need to tell Pandora.”
River gets up to take the tablet, and he hisses in a breath. “Jesus. I can’t believe…”
Blaze pulls out his phone to make a call.
