He was sticking to his role, but the question felt genuine.So, give them an honest answer.
“I don’t know,” Samson murmured. “There was just something . . .specialabout the two of you. The way you moved, and touched . . . and looked atme.When I looked into your eyes, I felt like the only man on earth.” The truth of that statement sent shivers through him.
“Tonight . . .” Mickey came closer and tentatively touched Samson’s rippled stomach, his fingertips playing through the hills and valleys of muscle. “. . . you are.” He rose onto his toes and tilted his face up. Samson met him with a kiss—plunginginto his passion. Then Marcus was at his side, his soft lips on Samson’s throat, then his mouth, taking turns with Mickey.
“We think you’re special, too,” Marcus moaned through a kiss. “We were hoping you would notice us . . . and want to be with us.”
“Did you like the way we danced?” Mickey brushed against him and blew warm, sweet breath across his collarbone.
Samson felt the sensation throughout his body. His erection swelled, growing stronger as he imagined the two boys on stage dancing together, their glistening bodies practically naked as they rubbed and gyrated against one another.
“I liked it very much.”
Marcus slipped his hands inside Samson’s robe. “Did it make you hot?”
“Scorching hot.”
“But I thought you didn’t like boysthat way,” Marcus cooed, peeled his robe back a little and nibbled Samson’s nipple.
I thought so, too.Samson groaned, “Maybe I was wrong.”
“Maybe?” Mickey slid his palm lower and cupped Samson’s hard crotch. “Justmaybe?”
Marcus joined the light fondling. “Mmm . . . I think it’s more than maybe,” he whispered and swirled his tongue around Samson’s rigid nipple. “I think. . .” He raised up on his toes and dropped a wet kiss on Samson’s mouth. “. . . you like usso muchthat you want tofuckus.”
Samson quivered all over. Truth was—he’d never wanted to fuck anyone so bad in all his life. What did that say about him? He tried to imagine the sexiest woman in the world standing before him, naked and wanting him. If she were here right now—would he choose her over these boys?
The two warm bodies rubbed against him, arousals evident. Samson looked down into their blue eyes—and experienced thatjoltall over again.I could look at their faces for the rest of my life.No “visage” of the perfect woman swayed or weakened that internal declaration.
Samson blinked and ushered the thought to the back of his mind. As a man who analyzed the world around him—the sudden emergence of these “gay tendencies” made no sense. In the past thirty years, there should have beensomethingthat hinted hemightswing this way. But there was nothing. And that just didn’t compute.
Unless what he was feeling now wasn’t real.
Simply his body responding to sexual stimulation.
How could he properly test that theory without removing himself from this environment and returning to heterosexual surroundings? He couldn’t. But that would have to wait until later.
I think you like us so much that you want to fuck us.
Samson wrapped his arms around the boys and caressed their backs. “I think . . .” He kissed each one on the mouth. “. . . that you think right.”
The twins huddled closer, moaning softly as their hands roamed his body beneath the robe and heated kisses pressed to his stomach, chest, throat. They pushed him down on the end of the bed and he dropped onto his back, his feet flat against the thick carpet. Marcus crawled on the bed with him and he felt Mickey kneel between his thighs. He spread his legs open and shuddered when Mickey’s delicate hands began to massage his engorged package.
Marcus hovered Samson, his big blue eyes capturing Samson’s stare, drawing him in, submerging him in their mesmerizing depths. He sank lower until his lips grazed Samson’s mouth. “We dance for real,” he whispered through a tender kiss, too quiet to be picked up on film. “At our friend Daniel’s club in the city.” His soft lips melded with Samson’s as he drew out the kiss. “The Lion’s Den . . . isn’t that a cute name for a club?” Warm breath panted into Samson’s mouth. “We could dance for you some night . . . just for you.” An emotion swept through his eyes that tugged sharply at Samson’s heart, startling him. “I mean . . . if you decided to stay around.” Something akin to apleaconsumed his gaze—andfrightenedSamson.
Did they think hewouldstay? These boys seemed to view things in a very innocent and simple way. What if they thought . . .
The “thought” disintegrated beneath a passionate kiss and wasn’t given a chance to reform as Marcus slid down Samson’s body and together with Mickey, removed his briefs.
•?•
Wow.To see the large man in all his glory took Gideon’s breath away. He wasn’t alone. Rich’s eyes bugged a little and Harris and the rest of the crew mimicked the awe and appreciation.
“Oh, hell.” Rich practically vibrated with excitement. “The twins are going to have fun with that.”
“Who wouldn’t?” Harris murmured on an exhale.
As distracting as his body was, Gideon’s attention returned to Samson’s face. He couldn’t be sure what Marcus had whispered to him, but a shadow of confusion and uncertainty surfaced on the man’s face. Was he beginning to realize that his preferences perhaps weren’t what he thought they were? Whether or not it was hitting him now—Gideon was certain itwouldstrike before his time here was over.
