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Logan rolled his hips against me, and I whimpered. “He fucks so good, Ezra. Not too fast. Just the right pace. Pegged my prostate on each stroke. Baby had me trembling for him. Not a chance in hell I could fucking last.”
I gasped, shuddering. Ezra’s hips were fucking into Logan’s fist with urgency now. His hot breath fanned my shoulder. At some point, his hand had fallen from Logan’s side and was now curled around mine, helping me jack off.
“God, you two are hot. Need to see both of you come,” Logan growled. “Give it to me.”
I cried out, shattering and spilling into mine and Ezra’s fists. Ezra shouted Logan’s name as he came, his hips stuttering, his cum painting my back and ass.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ezra swore, his hot breath fanning my neck.
Logan hummed and began to lick Ezra’s fingers clean. Then, he grabbed my hand and did the same. I shivered, my eyes mere slits as I watched him.
“I think I need a nap,” I finally managed to mutter.
Logan chuckled and twined his legs with mine. “We’ll rest for a little while then.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“I’m going to find water,” Ezra told us as he slid out of bed and bent down to grab his costume. “I’ll be back.”
“Find me a blunt,” Logan told him.
Ezra chuckled. “You know who to get it from?”
Logan nodded, his fingertips running up and down my back. “Find Joey and let him know you’re getting it for me.”
I vaguely felt Ezra pressing his lips to mine. I was already falling asleep. “Find him something to eat, too, while you’re down there,” I heard Logan tell him. He sounded quiet. “He’s going to need it when he wakes up. Because we’re not near fucking done with him.”
CHAPTER 19
Ezra
THE NEXT WEEK
Logan wrapped his leg around mine, his boot knocking into my ankle. I glanced over at him, arching my brow. He ignored me, instead keeping his focus on his laptop, where he was revising his essay using the notes and suggestions Spencer had put in red all over his printed copy.
Our boy was sweet to his core, but he was brutally honest when it came to schoolwork. And I fucking dug that shit. One day, when he was a little more comfortable with both of us and more willing to explore his sexuality, I was definitely going to have him act as our teacher. Especially after I saw how hot he looked fucking Logan. I wanted to get railed by our boy while bent over a desk.
Spencer tapped my textbook with his pen, and I sighed, focusing back on my math homework. Logan snickered from beside me. I rolled my eyes and tuned him out.
A few minutes later, I slid my notebook to Spencer. “Here—” I looked up at him, my words dying in my throat. Spencer’s face was pale, a horrified expression taking over his features as he stared at his phone. “Spencer?” I growled, already moving out of my seat.
He quickly locked his screen when I moved to stand behind him so I could see what he was looking at. Logan got up as well, his jaw tight, a storm brewing in his eyes. Something was fucking wrong.
“Give me the phone,” Logan snapped at Spencer.
“It was nothing,” Spencer tried telling us, but we weren’t having that shit. His voice was too weak—too small. And he was afraid of our reactions—that much was clear.
“You look ready to throw the fuck up,” I told him, my voice chilly. “Give one of us the fucking phone, baby.”
He shook his head. Logan snarled and snatched it off the table, quickly typing in Spencer’s code. Spencer made a choked, terrified sound in the back of his throat. I hadn’t even realized Logan paid enough attention to Spencer’s phone to even know his passcode.
Resting my hand on Spencer’s shoulder, I gripped Logan’s hoodie sleeve and yanked him closer so I could see what the fuck was going on and what had freaked Spencer out so much.
My teeth audibly ground together when I saw the picture and the caption that had been posted with it on Instagram. Spencer was sandwiched between me and Logan on the bed at the Halloween party, and we were getting each other off. It was blurry, but the three of us knew who were in those pictures.
The caption read, “Dating two of the hottest guys in school? The word whore doesn’t just apply to girls.”
“Report it,” I snarled. I released Spencer and began cleaning up my math shit, stuffing it all in my bag. There was no way we could continue our tutoring session after that shit. Then, I grabbed Spencer’s hand and pulled him up from his seat. “We’re leaving.”
Logan, who had packed up even quicker than I had, fell into step beside us, his hand curling around Spencer’s other hand. The school was empty as we made our way through the hall to the parking lot. When we got to Spencer’s car, I backed him up against it and grasped his face in my hands. His color still hadn’t returned to his cheeks, and it made me feel volatile.
