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“Because that sadistic side is only part of who you are. And we’ve spent plenty of time with him. But not with you.”

I had no desire to dominate him in any way, but I did want to be his equal for a little while.

Brax and I moved at the same time, inching closer to Zeke. He was still motionless, staring as though he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what was happening.

Without thought, I reached him first and slid my hand behind his head, pulling him down so that our lips brushed, lightly at first, but I didn’t linger, leaning in for a kiss and holding him to me.

Within seconds, his arms were around me, jerking me tightly against him, the heat from his body melding with mine. He walked me back toward the bed, and I reached for Brax, wanting him there, needing him with us.

I broke the kiss, and Brax picked up where I left off, his lips sealing to Zeke’s while I worked the buttons free from Zeke’s shirt. He shifted and moved, allowing me access to every part of him. His muscles were tense, but so were mine.

Minutes passed as the three of us alternated, finally managing to shed all the clothing that was keeping us apart. Vertical became horizontal as we spread out on Zeke’s big bed, limbs twining, mouths melding. Skin to skin had never felt this good.

I wasn’t looking for permission to touch or taste, I simply did what felt right. Brax and I managed to get Zeke onto his back before we kissed and licked every inch of his body. He started out rigid, but quickly relaxed. I wasn’t sure if it was the sensations overwhelming him or if he actually trusted us, but I didn’t question it.

This was where we were meant to be. The three of us.

And I had every intention of taking full advantage of this situation. Because no one knew how long it would last.

CHAPTER 35

Zeke

Fucking hell.

I had never felt anything as intense as this. Having both Brax and Case focused on me was more than I expected. My brain was trying to keep up, rioting against the new experience.

Admittedly, I was used to being in control. Here, with them, I felt anything but. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, not commanding and ordering them to be at my beck and call. Simply different. They were overwhelming my senses, forcing me to ignore that dominant part of myself. But I wasn’t sure what to do next. I couldn’t decide who to pull closer. I wanted them both at the same time, something I knew wasn’t even possible.

Or was it?

“Don’t you dare make me come,” I warned Brax when he took my cock in his mouth, sucking me roughly, as though he couldn’t get enough.

Christ. The cowboy had thrown me for a loop over the past few days. I’d seen a side of him I didn’t know existed. I had always suspected he was the strong, silent type, but it was his underlying need to take care of others that pulled me in, sucking me under, making me want so much more than I’d allowed myself to have.

Then there was the pretty boy. And to be fair, there wasn’t anything pretty about him. He was ridiculously handsome, his face chiseled and lean, his body stacked with muscle. But underneath all that was a man who needed to be needed. Case was after something, but I wasn’t sure what.

Brax lifted his head, those deep green eyes locking on my face. “I don’t recall you being in charge right now.”

In an instant, I had him flipped onto his back, my bigger body pinning him down.

“For the record, I’m always in control. Even when I’m not.”

He smiled and I had no choice but to kiss him. Warm hands were suddenly on my back as he held me to him. I could’ve easily broken the hold, but I didn’t want to. Not yet.

When his knees cradled my hips, I broke the kiss. “You want me inside you? You want my cock?”

His head turned toward Case.

“Or do you want his?” I asked, chuckling. “Because it seems you’ve got choices now. But you don’t have a lot of time to pick.”

Brax laughed. “I don’t care,” he said, gritting his teeth when I dragged my dick against his. “Just someone fuck me, please.”

“I do like to hear you beg.” Leaning down, I kissed him again, but then I pushed myself up, kneeling between his legs.

Without warning, I grabbed Case’s head and dragged him closer, slamming my mouth to his. He moaned, inching toward me on his knees when I refused to let him go. His arm banded around my neck and he held me there.

Unlike Brax, Case hadn’t completely opened up. He’d certainly told me in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t giving his collar back, and he refused to leave, but I got the feeling he would go where Brax went. I wanted that same loyalty. In fact, I wanted that for all three of us.