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Beside him, Scotty made a sound, lost and helpless.
Fuck. Zander reached for Scotty without taking his eyes off Vince, grabbing the younger man’s hand and hauling him close until Scotty was practically draped against him. His plans, all of them, were burning to the ground with the heat generated in that room, going up in smoke.
Zander only spared those plans—now turned to ash—a thought before he rasped, “You want to watch?”
Vince’s throat worked, pupils dilated. “Yes.”
Zander released him and turned to Scotty, taking his face in both hands. Staring deep into his eyes. “You want this?” His breath whistled as he dragged air into his lungs. Control was…slipping away from him and he couldn’t grasp it; he was too busy holding on to Scotty, too busy imagining the kiss with Vince. Too busy losing his mind.
Scotty didn’t answer, but his eyes did before he tipped his head up and pressed his lips to Zander’s.
Zander moaned, opening for him, inviting Scotty in to take what he wanted. Faintly he heard deep breaths, soft groans, and recognized them as coming from Vince. He tried to focus on Vince as Scotty slipped his tongue in, touching it to Zander’s and then darting away only to do it again. Fuck, it was so good. He didn’t know what to do with it.
How to handle a good thing.
Luckily, Scotty didn’t seem to care or mind. He deepened the kiss and this time Zander followed his lead, bucking against him. Scotty slumped back against the couch and Zander followed, both knees on the floor, fingers pressed to Scotty’s face, losing his mind when Scotty’s arm encircled him, pulling him flush against him, fingers digging into his back, hips lifting to press his groin against Zander’s.
That pleasure—the most Zander had had in so fucking long—short-circuited his brain and added an urgency to the kiss. Scotty met him eagerly, easily, teeth clicking against his, shuddering, mewling. Zander could spend hours in his mouth, soaking up his warmth, but not alone. No, he wanted Vince there with them. So he released Scotty and turned to find Vince right there, breath loud and choppy, eyes glazed with lust.
Vince took his mouth before Zander even had the chance to offer.
Coming off of Scotty’s kiss, still throbbing, surrounded by Scotty’s taste and hearing his mewls in his ears, Zander had zero defenses and no preparation for Vince’s assault.
Vince kissed with a ferocity Zander hadn’t experienced before, with an urgency that snatched what remained of his breath. He did what he said he would do, sucking on Zander’s tongue with hard pulls. Zander growled, dick hard and getting wetter by the second. Blood roared in his ears, his heart thudded. He sweated, stomach contracting.
The two of them would be the end of him. Their taste, an undiluted mix on his tongue, the sweetest fucking poison. And he shuddered at the thought, a deep groan rumbling in his chest when Vince nipped his bottom lip. Zander tasted blood and almost stroked the fuck out.
Fuck them. Fuck him.
His skin felt too tight, clothes restricting. He wanted out of his clothes. Wanted naked skin and hungry hands. Wanted to be in the middle of them. He reached out blindly, his hand coming in contact with Scotty’s chest. Fisting his t-shirt, Zander pulled him in, brought him close. Forcing him to join in.
Where there’d been two there was now three.
An embarrassment of riches for someone like Zander. A warning niggled at the back of his brain, but Scotty’s tongue glided over his lips, joined by Vince’s, and Zander didn’t care about anything else.
He slid a hand down Scotty’s chest, cupping his groin, and the younger man gasped into the kiss, pushing his erection into his touch. Hands gripped Zander’s ass, fingers digging into him. He didn’t know who touched where. It didn’t matter. Not with his heart racing and his body throbbing. He was so fucking hot, so lost in the throes of this thing they generated between the three of them, that his ears rang, the sound reverberating in his gut, twisting and?—
“The phone,” Vince murmured against his lips. “Zander, the phone.”
Zander froze. The ringing— “Shit!” He broke the kiss, almost toppling onto his ass. He was off-balance, body vibrating, hands shaking. And the phone… He lifted his head, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Where was the phone?
“There.”
He followed where Scotty pointed and spotted the phone on the floor near the door.
“Fuck!” He shot to his feet, ignoring his weak knees as he raced over and grabbed the phone. Hitting the button to answer, he put it to his ear as he turned to face the other two men. “Derri.” He really hoped his ex didn’t notice the crack in his voice.
Scotty sat on the couch next to Vince, who took the younger man’s hand in his as if he were bracing for bad news.
“Hey,” Derri spoke in a whisper. “Your time is up. They’ve arrived. They’ll be on you in minutes.”
Ice chilled Zander’s overheated skin. He studied the two men staring at him, waiting for him. And all the things he’d been so sure he couldn’t feel bombarded him now. He exhaled deeply. “Thanks, D. I’ll be in contact.”
“What are you?—”
He hung up on Derri’s frantic question and shoved the phone into his pocket, making his way back to Vince and Scotty. He was still hard for them. Still had their combined taste on his tongue, their scent in his nostrils.
“What is it?” Scotty asked.
