Ren shrugged, then frowned and reached across me to grab KC’s hand. “You’re supposed to be seeing your therapist twice a week. With all the snow?—”
“It’s not your business,” I grumped at Ren.
“It’s fine. The appointments were already moved to Zoom. We’re cool.” KC smiled, but this time it seemed forced. I wasstarting to be able to tell when he was pretending to be happy for our sake. His eyes weren’t quite as bright.
Ren shifted around like he was going to get up, but I grabbed his hand. “Sit here for a minute. Some of those people we passed on the way home might not be here tomorrow. I just want to appreciate my life and my boyfriends.”
KC inhaled deeply. “Fuck, it’sthatbad?” He glanced toward the windows.
“The weather dude isn’t lying.” Ren rested his cheek against the top of my head.
We got comfy, and KC started telling Ren about a hockey game he’d been watching earlier. I laid my head against his chest and let the rumble of his voice lull me into a stupor. I closed my eyes.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes, the TV was playing a mellow ambiance channel with sea turtles swimming around and soft floofy music ringing in the background. KC sometimes turned stuff like that on when he was studying.
I sat up a bit and glanced around.
My guys had their eyes closed.Cute.My heart melted because they looked fucking adorable and were both sort of leaning toward me. There were a couple of beer bottles on the coffee table, so they’d gotten up at some point and let me sleep, then returned to keep me company.
“I love you guys,” I whispered.
When neither of them shifted, I settled in again with muscled thighs pressed to mine. Fuck, two hot men were rightherebeside me. Keeping me safe. I squirmed and a pulse from my semi—which I hadn’t really been aware of until my pants teased my cockhead—made me gasp. With KC not feeling like himself,we’d been focusing on him. I had no problem with that, but I wasn’t about to waste being sandwiched between my hot-as-fuck jock boyfriends in a quiet apartment.
If nothing else, my experience today had taught me to seize the day. Or, in this case, my aching cock. I bit my lip and rested my head back against the couch as I snaked my hand down over my abs to my crotch. I wasn’t sure why I was being sneaky, but I held my breath when I rubbed my trapped dick. A zip of joy streaked deep into my gut, clenching my asshole.
It felt so good I couldn’t help squirming. I rubbed harder and arched into the pressure as tension lanced my groin and need snatched my breath away.
I squeaked when punishing fingers wrapped around my wrist, a bite of pain that left me panting and whining as excitement pulsed in my cockhead.
“Look at you,” Ren whispered. The heat from his breath swirled in my ear and scrambled my brain. “I caught my kitten being bad.”
“It’s my dick.” His fingers hurt my wrist as I tried to tug away from him, and I craved the brilliant agony more than air. “I can do what I want.”
KC chuckled, and my stomach swooped as he grabbed my other wrist. “You really think so?”
I strained and turned into a contented puddle as my cock firmed up harder than a steel pole. I couldn’t get free. They had me captured.
Ren’s lips settled on my neck. Kissing. Licking. Gentle. My body wound tighter and tighter as I waited for him to bite down. Give me that burst of pain I needed so much.
I waited.
And waited.
More soft kisses below my ear.
A shout crawled up my throat, but I bit it back. This was thewrongkind of torture.
KC attacked my lips and his kisses were thorough, his tongue banking the fire consuming me. He tasted good. Lingering notes of mint danced across my taste buds. I tried to reach for him but couldn’t. I moaned and thrust, going slowly insane.
A hand—Ren’s, I decided, sight unseen—began to softly caress along my cloth-covered shaft. It was fucking terrible, almost a tickle. Not enough. I attempted to chase the pressure, but each time I moved, Ren stopped.
Tears began to roll out of my eyes as KC kissed me.
Ren licked my cheek. “Mm. Salty. So pretty.”
Hours passed. No, centuries.
Ren teased until I broke and gyrated, trying to get more friction. My wrists ached but not enough. Not the right way. Nothing was enough. I was so close to coming it hurt.
