He doesn’t undo them, and I see his touch for what it is.
It’s a question.
“Don’t,” I say, but I’m not sure if I mean it. He’s asking to touch me, and fuck do I want him to, but I don’t want to give into them. An idea still manages to take form in my compromised brain, though, and as his hand slides away, I say, “Wait . . . yes.”
“Yes?” Ryker asks, and I hear the chuckle in his voice. “You’re kind of giving me mixed messages . . .”
“If . . . if you want to touch me, you can touch me.”
Ryker makes an affronted sound. “That’s not how we’re going to play this game.”
He drags his nail down my zip, and my cock jolts.
My eyes flutter shut then open again. “What . . . what do you mean?”
“Do youwantme to touch you, Freddie?”
He sounds so smug. It radiates from him, reawakening my anger.
I do. I want it to be him—them—but I answer without really answering.
“I . . . I want to be touched. Need to be . . .”
It’s a deliberate choice of words. And it’s lost on Ryker, but Liam stops rolling his cock into my back. He lifts his chin from my neck, and I miss the burn of bristles on my skin.
“Ryker . . .” he says.
But Ryker’s been given the green light to get into my pants and doesn’t hear the warning from his brother.
Good.
12
Ryker
He hates me.
I know he does.
The look he gave me inside the bar had been enough without the two punches he’s thrown my way, but right now, he’s enjoying us more.
He’s enjoyingthismore.
He shivers and shakes between Liam and me, and when he says he wants to be touched I’ve got his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs in a flash. His cock bobs free, and it’s beautiful. It’s five inches, thick and cut. I didn’t realise he was cut.
It’s not something we’ve ever discussed, but he is, and his crown is bulbous and pink. A molten coral that fades into plum at the edge, and I lean back, removing my shadow, to see it beneath the lamplight. Holy hell.
“Ryker?”
Liam says my name and I register his trepidation, but I’m looking down at Freddie’s hard cock. He’s hard for us. I don’ttouch him at first. My mouth waters as I take him in—his cock, his heavy balls, the tease of his bare thighs with a sprinkling of hair. I’ve seen him shirtless, in bare feet and swimming shorts, but this part of him has always been hidden away, kept secret from me. He’s finally shared it with us. It’s ours now and I feast my eyes on him. Freddie’s panting as I admire what he’s concealed from us for so long.
He’s lost in the haze, and he looks so goddamn perfect with Liam holding him there for me.
“Oh, babe,” I breathe. “You’re so hard it musthurt.”
Feddie whimpers.
“Ryker!”
