He made another turn around the apartment, collapsing on the bed when he reached the far corner. He stared up at the metal frame suspended high above the mattress, noticing how the fairy lights cast interesting shadows on the ceiling. The gauzy white curtains gave the bed a romantic air, softening the black iron. He rolled his weight back and forth a few times to see how solid the whole thing was—purely for science—and accidentally kicked over the small set of drawers Mati used as a bedside table.
Reese jumped off the bed, pleased to see the lamp hadn’t broken. He quickly scooped it and the dresser off the floor, dumping out two drawers in the process.
He choked back a hysterical laugh at the collection of objects scattered around his feet. He’d been considering ways to cheer Mati up, and the sturdy harness and veritable rainbow of dicks in a variety of sizes might be just the thing.
Collecting the contents of the drawers, he tucked them away, knowing without question that Mati had an organizational system for all this and he was getting it wrong. He’d tell her what he’d done as soon as she got home, but in the meantime, he figured it was better to clean up than have to explain why he was standing there with a dick in each hand.
He’d just snapped the second drawer shut when he heard a key in the lock. By the time they got the door open, he was there, drawing them into the apartment and kissing them both.
“Miss us?” Mati teased.
“Yes,” Reese admitted with a helpless shrug.
It wasn’t quite the whole truth, but it was close enough.
They ate at Mati’s dining table, their legs tangled together. They each had ordered one item, but now they shared, feeding each other from their own forks. It was ridiculous and inefficient and perfect. Reese hardly said a word while he watched Mati and David flirt, letting his mind wander back to the drawers beside Mati’s bed.
He didn’t confess what had happened until they were cleaning up and David had excused himself to the bathroom for a quick shower and to change for bed. By then, Reese had dreamed up something of a plan. One that might convince Mati there wasn’t anything she could do, or ask for, or want, that would make David or Reese think less of her, and that would hopefully make David’s trip all the more memorable.
“I’m sorry, but I was lying on your bed and I overturned your nightstand,” Reese said as they stood at the sink. He explained what happened. “You’ve got quite a collection there.”
Mati laughed. “Did you see anything you like?”
“God, yes,” Reese muttered, cheeks flaming hot. “And I have an idea for tonight…”
Mati arched her eyebrows, clearly intrigued.
David was still drying his hair when he stepped out of the bathroom ten minutes later. He stopped short when he found the room dark, except for the fairy lights, and Reese and Mati sitting on the edge of her bed, naked, waiting for him.
David dragged his eyes over them. Reese’s erection grew and he made no move to hide it.
“I feel overdressed,” David said, gesturing at this pajama bottoms.
“Allow me help,” Mati said, going to David’s side. In two quick moves, she tossed the towel back through the bathroom door and dropped his pants to the floor.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Reese would never get used to looking at the two of them, to dragging his eyes down over their lovely bodies, their skin bare and smooth. There wasn’t an ounce of shame, embarrassment, or modesty in either of them. Nor should there have been.
Reese stood. Some little voice in his head still screeched at him to cover himself, but he drew his confidence from theirs. From the long, appreciative looks they ran over his body, lingering on the many, many marks the two of them had left behind.
They came to him. David cupped Reese’s head in his hand for a long, drugging kiss while Mati’s hands fluttered around his ribs, his hips, finally curling around his cock.
It would be easy to let things go on like this, but tonight he had a plan to spoil the person who was always,alwaysspoiling them.
He broke off the kiss and smiled at David.
“Get on the bed. In the middle. And lie on your back.”
Mati’s hands froze, and she watched David to see what he would do.
“Okay,” he said at last, little smile hovering.
As far as Reese could tell, David didn’t have an expression in his repertoire that couldn’t be filed underDead Sexy. But maybe that was less about David’s face and more about Reese’s heart.
David stretched out on the bed, his hands loose on the sheets by his hips. His cock was half hard, lying across his hip.
Reese crawled onto the bed, nudged David’s knees apart, and knelt between them. He ran his hands up David’s thick thighs. “Anything you don’t want me to do?”
