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I laugh. “No, I’m okay.”
He removes his jacket and tosses it on a chair before stepping out of his shoes. “Your boyfriend seems a little hostile.”
I lay across the bed and lock my hands under my head. “Not my boyfriend.”
Diego removes his pants, showing off his impressive size in a small, tight pair of briefs. “Well, yourfriendseems hostile. You sure he’ll be okay with this?”
I smirk at him. “If he’s not, he’ll let us know.”
My eyes keep dancing to the door, waiting for Ezra to find us. Diego starts removing my shoes, and then unbuttons and unzips my jeans, pulling them down my legs.
A figure appears in the doorway. Ezra. He pauses for only a second before stepping inside and closing the door. The sound of a chair dragging closer to the bed fills the room before he sits down.
“You sure you’re okay with this, man?” Diego asks, already straddling my legs.
Ezra’s eyes move from mine to Diego’s. “Oh, please.” He gestures at me with his hand like I’m a bowl of chips and he’s offering one to a guest. “Go ahead.” His head swivels back in my direction and I search his eyes for some sort of emotion, but there is none.
I remove my sweater, leaving only a T-shirt and underwear on my body, and Diego lies over me, grinding his cock against mine as he brushes his whiskered face across my neck. I plant my feet on the bed, bending my knees and allowing him to settle between them. My hands dance across the muscles in his back, and his fingers thread themselves in my hair.
He kisses my neck, his tongue licking a path across my collarbone as he travels to the other side. I turn my head and find Ezra stoically watching us. He doesn’t look turned on or angry. He’s watching this happen like he’s watching golf on TV.
After the last time we were here and he all but kicked out the guy I was with then, I thought for sure he’d have a stronger reaction now. Maybe he really was only mad because I left him without saying where I was going and not because of what I was doing.
Diego touches, kisses, and licks my body. His erection is hard against my skin as he works to get me in the mood, but I’m too focused on why Ezra doesn’t care to even think about getting off. When I find Ez again, he’s leaning his head on his hand, his thumb and middle finger cradling his chin while his forefinger stretches across his cheek. He looks deep in thought, but when his eyes finally lock onto mine, he gives me a slight grin.
What the fuck? This is not how I thought this would go.
Diego strips out of his underwear, his cock pointing right at me as he moves to remove my boxers. Ezra’s watching my face, a slight lift of his eyebrow as if he’s waiting to see what I’ll do. I sit up and remove my shirt before lying back down.
Diego gets between my legs, skin to skin, and then his eyes fall to the wound on my chest. It’s healing, but it isn’t the prettiest thing to look at. It’s red and scabbing over.
“What happened?” he asks, fingers reaching for it.
“Just an accident.” My eyes cut to Ezra. His jaw ticks.
Diego softly touches the flesh around the wound. “Looks painful.” I find Ezra again. He shifts in his seat.
“I’m a big boy. I’ll be fine.”
He smiles and then leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the cut. “I’ll take care of you.”
Ezra is on his feet and Diego presses his lips to the area again, unaware of the movement. He peppers kisses down my torso, heading for my cock.
I watch Ezra as his nostrils flare with angry breaths.There he is.
His eyes are menacing and his jaw is tight. “Get rid of him,” he mouths silently,and I think of ignoring his demand, just so I can keep seeing this side of him. My brief hesitation sends more fury into his eyes.
“Um,” I say, putting my hands on his shoulders. “I might need a minute. Sorry.”
Ezra steps back and puts a hand on the back of the chair.
“Oh,” Diego says. “Yeah, sure. You okay?”
“I guess I thought I was braver than I am.” I give him a coy smile. “Can we have the room for a minute?”
He looks at Ezra who’s trying to remove some of the anger of his expression.
“Sure.”
