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“Hm,” Ford says, cocking his head, his cheeks looking a little flushed, his breathing growing labored. “Well, we’ll have to fix that, Cash. You need more than just head from him. God, the things that ass can do.”
The thought of it, Ben bent over, my cock sliding into his hole makes me explode. And then Ford gasps, his head thrown back as he follows me over.
Our breathing is stunted and Ford slowly removes his hand from my cock, finger by finger until we’re finally separated.
“Come on, rinse. You look like a bubble bath.”
I shuffle around him and close my eyes, rinsing myself clean and then watch as Ford does the same.
“We aren’t kidnapping him,” I say, and Ford smiles at me.
“Yeah, I was mostly kidding about that. But for real, at work—we behave normally, then get him to my place. Somehow, someway. You want a repeat of last night, right?”
“Yeah, but maybe you could be sucking my dick instead.”
“Yeah, or we could take turns fucking Ben.”
I scrub a wet hand down my face. “I don’t know—”
“Trust me,” Ford says with a wink, moving past me and patting my chest. “Once you get in his ass you’ll be loath to leave.”
“So, just to clarify,” I begin, trying to make sure this is clear between us. “You want to keep fucking him—together?”
He shrugs. “Together, separately. So long as we’re all consenting and having fun, who cares?”
I eye my best friend as he winks at me.
And for the first time in a long time, Ford actually makes sense.
* * *
He’s not here. He called out sick. The way that Ford is eyeing me makes my heart rate pick up. We both know why he’s not here, and it makes me sick to my stomach. Instead of talking it out with us, he ran, and we let him. But we had stuff of our own to discuss. Not that we did much of that. Ford fell asleep halfway through, and then so did I.
Maybe I should be more upset with Ben, but I can’t be. Especially not when he walked in and saw Ford’s cock down my throat.
Besides, it’s not really sharing when it’s Ford. We’ve never really been good with boundaries anyways.
So we pulled together a half-assed plan, but Ben’s not here to enact it.
Well fuck.
“I just messaged him,” Ford whispers, and I nod. “No response. Don’t worry, man. We’ll get him.”
Our shift ends later than we thought and we move out of the building together as the sun is setting. Dean took off with Avery earlier, not that I blame him. Seems that Dean has eyes for his assistant in those skirts and crop tops.
And I might have taken a peek at him out of curiosity, but it did nothing for me.
Ben does it for me.
He really fucking does.
There’s just something about him—his pouty pink lips and piercing eyes and just the way he looks at me with intense desire. And maybe it makes me a bad person that Ben is Dean’s son, but it hasn’t stopped me yet. And it seems Ford is on the same page. But then again, we have always been similar. Apparently we have the same taste in men too.
“We can’t just show up at his place, so what the fuck do we do?” Ford asks, and I scratch at my jaw.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should just go back to your place to figure shit out.”
Ford doesn’t seem to like that plan because he comes up with a thousand others on our way back to his place. And then once there, he starts to get antsy. He’s pacing the living room, his energy almost out of control.
