He brought their mouths together, hard enough that his lip split.
Raul moaned, hands sliding around his back to clutch at him, kissing him with a desperate fervor. They needed to touch, to connect.
Balta would make Raul understand. Yes, he had thought Raul would mean more to Joa in the beginning, but now he knew. He needed, loved, them both.
They were different, opposites—one to soothe him, one to challenge him. So what if he was greedy? He was Balta Silva. He earned his love.
Raul pushed at Balta’s shirt, trying to get it off, and Balta broke the kiss so they could both tear off their clothes. Raul’s body was so different from Joa’s. Heavier, fuzzier.
He dragged his hand to his belt, ripping open his fly before struggling with his boots.
Laughing, Raul pushed him until he stumbled back to the bed, then helped, tugging off his boots and jeans. The hard cock bounced off Raul’s belly when he moved, bobbing with every step. Balta could watch that forever.
“You like being angry, having a little spice.”
“Shut up, Baltazar.”
Balta snorted, leaning back on one elbow, using his free hand to stroke his own dick, showing off. “It’s true.Deusknows we both love Joa, but sometimes we both need something else,something not so sweet.” He was pushing and pushing, wanting Raul to get everything out of his mind.
Raul struggled to bare himself. “Joa is right. You are a demon.”
He laughed, the words as familiar and comforting as anything Raul could say.
The last boot went flying and Raul joined him on the bed, mouth searching out his, hand finding Balta’s cock. He shifted until Raul could grab them both, rub them. “Better,sim?”
“Shut up, Silva.”
“You say that—mph.”
Raul kissed him so hard his ears rang, and Balta let it happen, let Raul take control. Hislindoneeded that now, needed to feel that Balta would do anything for him, as well.
He opened himself, lips and heart, and let Raul feel him, his pride in his choice of lovers.
“Please.” Raul stroked them, rubbing them together as of trying to start a fire.
Balta touched Raul in return, petting the strong, muscled back before he grabbed one ass cheek and squeezed.
“Together. We go together.” Balta joined his strength to Raul’s, tugging at them both.
Grunting, Raul nodded, jaw set in a hard line. Balta loved that face, loved the way Raul could focus on one thing to the exclusion of all else. Such strength. He bit Raul’s bottom lip, tugged it, just enough to sting.
Jumping, Raul squeezed them both in one hand, the pressure perfect, hitting Balta low in the belly, making him arch up.
Raul cried out, the sound rough and raw, and repeated the gesture. “Balta! Now! Now!”
The cry rang through the hotel room and he managed a nod before he came, his eyes falling shut. He shook, his heartpounding against his ribs, hot seed falling on his belly and his thighs. Yes, Raul was right there with him. All the way.
Raul slumped on top of him, head on his shoulder, quiet but for his labored breathing.
This was not how their lives were meant to be, and they both knew it. Balta stroked Raul’s sweat-damp skin, soothing.
Soon the season would come to an end, even though three months seemed an endless amount of time. Then they would have a break, a time to talk about their next moves.
About whether Raul wanted to stay with them in Texas for good.
Balta had no idea what he would do if Raul said no. He and Joa would be devastated. He smiled and rubbed the top of Raul’s head with his chin. They would just have to assure Raul did not say no.
He grinned at the ceiling. Balta thought if anything could convince a man to stay it was him and Joa. They could do this. All of them.
