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TWENTY-THREE
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MY MIND WAS racing, my heart was pounding out an irregular rhythm, and my cock… Well, it had been the first to get the message of what was happening here. The last thing I’d expected tonight was additional visitors, especially a certain someone I was already intimately familiar with. Finding out Archer alsoknewRaul? I wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or lust riding me as I stood by the massage table and undid my robe.
Archer watched me as he untied his own robe, though he wasn’t hesitating at all, not the way I was. The material parted and fell down from his broad shoulders, and he caught it before it hit the ground, tossing it over a nearby chair.
Gloriously naked, he stayed right where he was, letting me get an eyeful of his magnificent body.
“Keeping your robe on tonight?” Raul’s voice broke the silence.
I’d almost forgotten he was there, standing still and quiet at the end of the table, the same as Johan.
Even the first time I’d employed Raul’s services, I hadn’t felt this nervous. He had a way about him that was both soothing anduplifting—but having him here when all I wanted to do was get my hands on Archer was incredibly distracting.
But then Archer lowered himself onto the table, his firm ass in the air making my mouth water.
He didn’t bother covering himself with a sheet, something I was grateful for as I finally got rid of my own robe.
Raul took it from me, and I heated under Archer’s intense gaze. The way he looked at me, the way he seemed to be memorizing every inch of my skin, made any last nerves disappear—and in their place, something far more incendiary took over.
My dick jerked eagerly, and I crawled onto the table, lying facedown, the same as Archer. Our tables were far enough apart for the guys to be able to work between, but close enough that if we reached out, we could touch each other.
Shit, I was going to have to lie here and watch someone else rub Archer down? That seemed like the worst torture imaginable—until Raul’s magic hands began to knead the muscles in my back.
I groaned, not realizing how tense I’d been until this very moment. Raul moved in slow, deep slides, and I watched as Johan did the same to Archer, like they were working perfectly in sync together.
As they moved lower, stretching out our lower backs, I saw a slight wince mar Archer’s brow before disappearing.
“Feeling pain here?” Johan asked, returning his hands to the sore spot.
Archer’s eyes locked with mine, and I gave him a teasing grin.
“You might want to take it easy there,” I told Johan. “I worked him long and hard the other night.”
“Oh really?” Johan smiled, and Archer rolled his eyes.
“No need to be gentle. Like I told Preston, I can handle it rough.”
“Now that I’d like to watch,” Raul murmured, working a knot between my shoulder blades. His words shot straight to my dick,and it was then that I realized how hot that would be. To have them watching as I took advantage of the man lying a few feet away from me.
I shifted on the table, my erection making it more and more difficult to keep still, and when I cut my eyes to Archer’s, I saw a knowing glint.
Fuuuck.Was that something he’d thought about too? The idea that Archer would be down for something like that should’ve blown my mind. But I was discovering a whole different side to the professional he showed the rest of the world.
“Having trouble keeping still?” Archer’s gaze traveled down to my wayward hips, and I canted my ass up, arching into Raul’s touch as his palms slid down to my lower back.
“It’s becomingharder, that’s for sure.” When those large hands moved down to cup my bare cheeks, a pleasure-fueled groan rumbled out of me. “God, that feels good.”
Raul’s deep chuckle filled the living room as he swatted me across the spot he was massaging. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
Archer licked his lips. “Indeed, he is. In fact, if he can’t behave himself and lie still, perhaps he should turn over.”
My trapped cock throbbed against the table. Then Raul smoothed his hands down my thighs to my ankles and stopped at my feet.
“Johan?” he said to the man kneading between Archer’s shoulders blades. “Would you get the head?”
The head?Did he mean?—
