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“Holy—fuck, that’s so—I want you guys doing this to me. And I want you both to fill me.” Cody’s voice cracks at the end, his cheeks turning bright pink.

I pull away and smirk. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ve got a list of things to do to you once you're better. Which means we’re all getting tested.”

Cody’s blue eyes widen, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O.’

Okay, so maybe it's my list. And it's long. Like I may have done some research. A lot of research. Like, incognito mode for a reason type of research.

Hunter grunts, lifting onto his elbow. “Enough bullshitting and get your ass up here. Let our little Titan watch you jerk off using my cum.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

I carefully get onto the bed and straddle Hunter, making sure not to knee his wounded side. He pulls the waistband of my boxer briefs down, and my aching cock springs free. It only takes three strokes—and Cody licking his lips while whining—before I blow, painting Hunter’s chest and abs.

Sitting back onto Hunter’s thighs, I take a second to catch my breath, still holding my cock. Until Cody grimaces. “When did you take your pain meds last?”

“Um, a little after midnight. That’s why I was up when Hunter texted.”

Reaching over to the nightstand on my side, I press the button on my phone and the screen lights up.

5:30 a.m.

I stand, then tap Hunter’s knee. “Go shower, then make breakfast. He needs to eat before taking his meds.”

My best friend is up before I can blink, grabbing his boxer briefs from the floor.

“Use one of the old towels to wipe off.” I point to the laundry basket on the other side of the room. “Don’t need Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins seeing you covered in cum.”

Hunter freezes, his eyes shifting between Cody and me.

Cody shrugs. “Who knew all it took was me in a back brace to get him to start cleaning?”

“Fuck you both.” I push past Hunter, grab one of the dirty towels to clean my hand, then toss it at my best friend. “Move it.”

“Who are you right now?” Cody tries to keep a straight face but fails.

I give him the finger, walk over, then offer him my hand. “Couch?”

He nods, takes my hand, then pushes himself up, hissing a breath. “My back is pissed at me.” He stays still for a moment, jaw clenching, before stiffly making his way toward the door. “Oh, pancakes would be great by the way. Mom has some bacon in the fridge too.”

Hunter grunts. “Bossy fucker.”

Cody waves a haphazard hand in the air. “Pshh. You love it.”

The corners of my mouth lift into a big, stupid grin as I admire my boyfriends.

I always figured I'd end up alone. Not in a sad, dramatic way or whatever. Just alone. Playing hockey, eating cereal for dinner, third-wheeling Hunter's future relationship and pretending it didn't gut me every time he touched someone else.

Then Cody happened.

And now nothing looks the way I pictured it.

It’s better.

Complete in a way I didn’t know I could have.

Chapter 43

Hunter