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“I…” No. Fuck. He didn’t. Not just for himself. But for the way that Quinn had looked at Jericho. The way Peyton and Will did. All of it deserved more than just being swept under the rug like forgotten dust that didn’t mean anything. It was too late to do that.
Quinn tangled their fingers together and brought Sebastian’s hand to his lips. “I want you to have everything that you want, Sebastian. I want to be able to give that to you. And for you to look at me and know that if it’s in my power, I would give you the world.”
“I wish you wouldn’t talk like that.” A complete and utter lie, and they both knew it. It wasn’t like Sebastian could admit out loud just what Quinn’s sappy confessions did to his heart. Not when everything was still new and raw, and he was still recovering from the last time he had this and lost it. It didn’t matter how many years had passed. Those hurts would have lived with him forever. Still might even though it was back within his grasp. He couldn’t lose it again.
“You want it too,” Sebastian said, and he hoped it hadn’t come across as accusatory as it had sounded. Somehow,somehow, Jericho felt like he was in the same category as Peyton and Will. Sebastian had felt the same magnetic attraction to them too and watching them with Quinn had been the hottest thing he’d ever seen instead of something to be jealous of. Imagining Jericho touching Quinn didn’t make him want to cut the man’s hands off like it did for other randoms who dared—including that fucking knob that had been dating Quinn years ago. It didn’t matter that he had more privileges at that point than Sebastian had; he’d been touching someone thatdidn’tbelong to him. The thought of Jericho touching Quinn, of him touching Peyton and Will… How could a person sink in so quickly?
It was too similar to what he’d felt with Will and Peyton. Hell, he’d had thatcut me off at the knees and fuck me sidewaysfeeling when he’d met Quinn all those years ago.
It was a sensation that should have been once in a lifetime.
For it to happen not twice, not three times, but to have it happen for four other men seemed like impossible odds.
Did he really think that he was lucky enough to not only get that so many times and keep it, but for it to be like this, where he could share them with each other? Good things didn’t justhappento Sebastian: he had to fight tooth and nail for every step forward he made, with bloodied hands and wet eyes.
What if he accepted this, only for the universe to laugh at him while it ripped it all away? It wouldn’t be the first time.
Chapter Eight
Peytonhesitated,unsurewhichdirection he wanted to go. Towards Will or after Sebastian.
Quinn made the choice for him, touching his back briefly as he followed Sebastian down the hall.
“So…” Jericho said before an awkward silence could descend. “Which one of you is going to punch me first? I like to be prepared.”
His lips were still wet from Sebastian’s, his cheeks flushed. He looked fuckable, and Peyton was already hard in his shorts. It turned him on at the same time it pissed him off. He wasn’t interested in being played with. Even less interested when it involved his partners.
“Are you just trying to fuck with us?” he asked bluntly. “This how you get your rocks off?” He was more than prepared to throw the first fist. Peyton would startandfinish it.
“Well, I certainly want to fuck you, but I’m not fuckingwithyou,” Jericho said.
“It seems to me that flirting is second nature to you.” Like it didn’t mean anything more than words to fill the empty space.
Jericho cocked his head. Will was still standing close to him, and Peyton didn’t know how he felt about it. Hot and cold all at the same time. Still turned on from the kiss that… Well, no, it hadn’t come out of nowhere. The kiss that had been building. Jericho was a siren that none of them could steer clear of.
Was he luring their ship towards the rocks in the shallows?
“I’m picky about who gets my attention,” Jericho said.
“Are we supposed to feel lucky?” Peyton asked. “Get on our knees and say thank you?”
Jericho licked his bottom lip and glanced at Peyton’s feet. Heat flushed down Peyton’s chest at the pure lust in Jericho’s gaze. “I’d be more than happy to get on mine. You have a body that should be worshipped.”
“Cut the shit,” Peyton snapped. “What do you want with us?” He liked sharing Will with Quinn and Sebastian and sharing Quinn with Will and Sebastian. Regardless of how long Peyton had or hadn’t known Sebastian, he was an integral part of whatever this was, and he was becoming important to Peyton. Watching him kiss someone that wasn’t Quinn or Will… he didn’t know what he felt about it. Did he want to share that with Jericho? Was that where this was going?
Jericho’s face morphed into something more familiar to Peyton. A hardness, with anger dancing behind it, just waiting to come forward at the slightest provocation.
This, Peyton understood better.
“I’m here to protect Sebastian.”
The cracks were just starting to show. “Does that involve fucking him?”
“I haven’t fucked him.”
“You want to. And Quinn. And Will.” Peyton would have to be blind not to have noticed. Even then he probably would have picked up on the pheromones that were practically dripping from the air.
Jericho tilted his head slightly. “You think I don’t want to fuck you too?”
