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“We love you.” Vince swiped a thumb across Zander’s wet cheek. “This is where you bring it.” He motioned between himself and Scotty. “When you’re sad or happy or filled with grief or pissed off…whatever it is, you bring it to us.”
Scotty nodded. He couldn’t have said it better, honestly. “You bring it to us.”
Zander’s lips twitched. “We’ve come a long way.”
Scotty couldn’t help but chuckle. “We have.”
“That’s right.” Vince heaved a sigh. “Which is why we need to discuss Russ.”
Zander scowled. “The fuck we do.”
Scotty’s gaze went back and forth between them. Why did they need to discuss Vince’s colleague, the one who’d betrayed him?
“We need to give the authorities a body,” Vince told Zander. “We need to paint a picture and feed them a narrative. Put a period on it. Otherwise, someone will come looking and it just might be someone who can’t be bought.”
Zander shrugged. “That shit’s already been handled.”
Vince opened his eyes with a yawn and a stretch and almost tumbled off the bed.
“Shit.” He grabbed the mattress and lifted his head. The other two men were asleep in a tangle of limbs—Zander on his back, legs spread, an arm around Scotty, who slept with his head on Zander’s naked chest.
Vince shook his head with a small smile playing on his lips. One of them was constantly falling off the bed, so they needed a bigger one. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he took in his men.
It’d been a week since the Derri situation and while Zander was still grieving, he was also doing better each day. There were times when he got really quiet and Vince and Scotty would sit with him and hold him. Vince didn’t give a fuck about Derri, but he loved Zander and as long as Zander needed him, he would be there. Zander had also kept his promise and handled the Russ situation, making sure Vince’s former colleague’s body was found and that the person in charge of the investigation was someone in Zander’s pocket.
They’d pinned it on a career criminal with an outspoken grudge against Russ for roughing him up months prior. Said criminal had gotten beaten to death in his jail cell the night he was arrested. And just like that, the case was closed before it’d even been opened.
He was a protector, Zander was.
Vince studied him now. He looked so innocent when he slept. And with Vince and Scotty, Zander was everything anyone could want in a partner. But when he was focused on business, he was focused and he was deadly. Thank God they were on the same side.
Vince’s mouth watered the longer he stared at his men sleeping. All his life, he’d been about work, about proving something to himself, but increasingly lately, all he wanted to do was lay up in bed with those two.
He got onto his hands and knees and made his way over to them, crawling between Zander’s parted thighs, dragging his nose along the inside of his right thigh and then his left. The three of them were naked since they’d fucked until the wee hours of the morning before finally succumbing to sleep. He was still tender, but Vince wanted them again.
He would always want them.
So while they slept, he licked his way up Zander’s soft cock, taking it in his mouth. With every kiss and flick of his tongue, Zander’s shaft hardened. His body twitched, too, but he didn’t rouse. Vince fisted him, licking on his tip, eyes closing when Zander’s salty flavor hit his taste buds. He wanted more of it, so he sealed his lips around Zander’s cock head and sucked.
“Mmm.” Zander’s hips jerked, body arching. “V-Vince.”
The stutter in his words. The rough and scratchy quality of his voice. Vince moaned, taking him deeper, saliva doing what it needed to do, slicking Zander up, making it easier for Vince to take him to the back of his mouth and gag.
“Fuck!” Zander gripped the back of his neck, and Vince opened his eyes, peering up at him.
Scotty was awake, too, just lying there with his head on Zander’s already heaving chest, watching Vince with eyes clouded with sleep and lust. The two of them watched him and he put on a show, stroking Zander’s length as he licked and nipped and sucked.
“Ssssss. Shit, baby. Do that then.” Zander’s fingers trembled on Vince’s nape, hips circling. “Suck me.”
He did, fucking the bed as his own cock dripped precum. His empty ass clenched as he sank his fingers into Zander’s hips, holding him steady, and took him deep. All the way to the back of his throat, stopping only when he gagged, eyes watering. His mouth got wetter, though; saliva was every-fucking-where, wetting up the two of them, soaking Zander’s length. Zander watched him with narrowed eyes as Vince eased off and then went back for more, tongue lashing against his crown, lapping up all the salty deliciousness that leaked for him.
Vince closed his eyes on a moan as the bed creaked, the mattress dipping. Then hands were on him. His ass. His eyes flew open and he glanced over his shoulder to find Scotty kneeling behind him, lubed fingers pushing into Vince, making him cry out around Zander’s cock. Scotty’s tongue and fingers were on him, his hole, inside him, fucking him as he allowed Zander to fuck his throat.
The tears flooding his eyes spilled over, trekking down his cheeks as Scotty finger-fucked him, tongue circling his hole, and Zander fucked in and out of his mouth with powerful strokes. He liked it. Liked how they used him. How they just always knew what he needed and gave it so willingly.
He loved them.
And he wanted to ride Zander, wanted to feel the other man inside him, so reluctantly he eased off, releasing Zander’s cock and gasping for air. Scotty’s fingers retreated and Vince moaned at the loss before getting up and straddling Zander. Scotty was there kneeling next to him, helping to slick Zander up and then assisting Vince with hands on his hips as he fisted Zander’s dick and brought it to where he needed it most.
