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“You never looked at me the way you look at them.”
Fuck. He was not in the mood. “Derri, I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time to babysit your hurt feelings and your broken heart. I apologized before and I don’t feel the need to do it again. It is what it is, man. Fucked up, I know, but that’s it. If you can’t deal, let me know and I’ll proceed accordingly, but I’m over this. I’m over you comparing and lashing out. You and I have a past that I will never regret. And you have a place in my heart that nobody else can touch, but I moved on. I need you to do the same. For real.” He turned away, ignoring the food as he went upstairs to find the men who made him happy.
He found them in a bedroom, Scotty stretched out on the bed and Vince stroking his back, murmuring to him. “What’s up? He okay?”
Vince nodded. “Yeah, he’s just tired. Gonna take a nap.”
“Okay.” Zander knelt on the floor next to the bed and joined Vince in silently stroking Scotty’s hair and back until he fell asleep with a small smile on his face.
Once Scotty started snoring, Vince asked, “You got the deal ironed out?”
Zander nodded. “Yeah.”
“Are you happy with it?”
He barked a laugh. “Nobody came away happy when it was all said and done, but it’s solid.”
Vince hummed. “And what we just walked in on? What’s up with that?”
“Man…” He huffed. “It’s Derri, so you know, same shit.” He gazed up at Vince from his spot on the floor. “But I don’t want to talk about that.” He reached for the other man, taking his hand and bringing it to his lips. “I missed you.” He got onto his knees and edged closer to Vince, who sat on the edge of the bed. “It was fucking terrible being without the two of you. I’m sorry I walked away. I’m sorry I left you alone.”
Vince’s Adam’s apple shifted when he swallowed. “You thought it was the right move.”
“I was wrong.” Zander wrapped his arms around Vince’s waist, dropping his head onto his chest. “I was wrong.” He’d thought distancing himself from them would make them safer, but that backfired spectacularly. He didn’t know how they were gonna make it work with Vince being who he was but he wanted them with him. He wanted them glued to his fucking side.
Vince stroked his head and when Zander drew back to stare up into his eyes, the marshal asked, “You wanna take a shower with me?”
He would take any opportunity to get naked with either of his men, but… “I don’t have any clothes.”
“There are clothes, new with the tags still on, in those drawers.” Vince gestured to the large dresser behind Zander. “But if they don’t fit, there’s a washer and dryer.”
“Say less.” Zander got to his feet, holding out a hand for Vince, who immediately grabbed it and led him out to the bathroom near the top of the stairs.
All that registered was the enormity of the space and how lived-in it appeared, before Vince was stripping Zander and Zander was doing the same to him, ridding him of his clothes. The act wasn’t overtly sexual, but it was intimate and the feel of Vince’s hands on him when he hadn’t experienced it in so long had his dick bricking up, greedy and desperate for attention.
Vince was just as hard, making Zander’s hands itch to wrap around him, to jack him off.
They both ignored their straining cocks, for the moment at least, because there was no way Zander wasn’t gonna empty himself in one of Vince’s orifices before their shower was over with. For now, he watched as Vince turned on the water in the glass-enclosed shower that was spacious enough for at least five fully grown men to stand in comfortably.
When Vince moved aside, Zander joined him.
They bathed each other, allowing the water to be the only sound. Zander scrubbed Vince’s skin first, smirking when he allowed the rag to drag along the other man’s dick and Vince’s moans rose above the rush of the water. Zander cleaned him from head to toe, fingers delving between Vince’s ass cheeks, pressing against his hole and then quickly darting away when Vince arched for him.
“Rinse off.” His voice was little more than a growl, giving away just how aroused he was. He shook with it. It’d been too long since he’d felt either of his men wrapped around his dick.
Vince did as ordered and then it was his turn to scrub Zander down, to tease and tantalize. Zander bit the inside of his cheek, breath shuddering when Vince stroked his dick with a soapy, slippery palm. Washing him, but also jacking him at the same time. Zander couldn’t help the movement of his hips, couldn’t help the hard thrust into Vince’s fist or the near-feral growl when Vince released him.
His toes curled, knees making him look fucking bowlegged.
He rinsed off when Vince told him to, then wiped the water from his eyes, meeting Vince’s just-as-hungry gaze. “Come here.” He grabbed Vince, who stumbled into him, kissing him while his hands roamed down Vince’s back, cupping and kneading his ass. Their kiss was loud, sloppy, and rough as they tried to get closer.
Zander shoved a thigh between Vince’s legs, knee pressing up against his balls.
“Ugh. Fuck.” Vince rocked on him. “Zander.”
“I missed your fucking mouth.” He kissed his way across Vince’s jaw, nipping at his earlobe, his throat, fingers digging into his ass cheek. Then he pulled back, one hand circling Vince’s throat. Vince’s eyes snapped open. “I want that throat. You gon’ give it to me?”
“It’s yours,” Vince rasped.
