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He let him go and sat up. Tripp laid there, panting, one arm thrown over his eyes.
“Did I do okay?” he asked.
Tripp nodded without moving his arm from his face. “You’re a natural.”
He chuckled.
Tripp sighed contently, then lifted his arm from his eyes and tucked it back behind his head. “Do we have time for a nap before your brothers come over?”
Jayme grinned. “Yeah, we got a little time.”
Tripp sat up and used the comforter to wipe himself off. It needed to be washed anyway since Jayme came on it. Tripp then yanked it off the bed, making him stand, and tossed it onto the floor. Tripp then pulled the top sheet back and patted the bed next to him. He climbed back onto the bed and laid down next to Tripp, who pulled the sheet up over them. Tripp set an alarm on the clock on the nightstand, so they would wake up with enough time to get things ready for Jayme’s brothers.
Jayme dozed lightly, never falling into a deep sleep. His mind was too wound up from what he and Tripp did. He never expected to enjoy it all as much as he did. He was almost afraid that he wouldn’t enjoy it and would want to go back to being with women. That was not the case. He enjoyed it immensely. What Tripp did to him...he had no words for how good it felt. He wanted more, so much more, and that kinda scared him.
He was never real adventurous when it came to sex. Yeah, he liked to switch up positions, but he never did anything like what he did with Tripp. He never did any kind of ass play with Mallory. He was shocked with how much he liked it. How he wanted it again as soon as it was over. Tripp’s words had echoed in his head the entire time. He was close to begging for Tripp to fuck him...so close.
The alarm went off and Tripp’s head shot up. His blond hair was a mess as he reached over and shut the beeping down. They both yawned and stretched, then got their naked asses out of bed. Jayme went to his room to get dressed. When he stepped into the hall, Tripp was carrying his comforter to the laundry room. He went and leaned against the door frame and watched as Tripp shoved it into the washer.
“I...uh...haven’t said anything to my brothers about...this,” he said, motioning between the two of them.
Tripp glanced over his shoulder at him. “Do they know you’ve switched teams?”
“Ah, Seamus kinda knows I’ve been thinking about it, but Ian doesn’t know at all.”
“Are you telling me not to say anything then?”
“No...no, I don’t care if they know. I guess maybe just let me ease them into it.”
“So, don’t be all over you?” Tripp asked with a knowing smirk.
“Yes. That’s what I’m asking.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks.”
Tripp finished setting the washer, then came to stand in front of him. Tripp leaned in and gave him a languid kiss. “It’s definitely going to be a challenge keeping my hands off of you,” Tripp murmured when he pulled back.
His stomach did an excited flip. “Ditto.”
Tripp hummed in reply before giving him one more peck on the lips, then bounding down the stairs. Jayme thunked his head back against the door frame. Why did he feel like he was getting in too deep with Tripp? They were only fucking around. This was not a relationship. Emotions were not involved. A niggle of doubt formed in the pit of his stomach. Was that what he wanted with Tripp? Could they really keep this up without emotions getting involved? He wasn’t sure.
He joined Tripp in the kitchen where he was putting out some chips and dips on the kitchen table. He grabbed a chip just as the doorbell rang. He was still chewing when he opened the door for his brother Ian. Ian smiled and gave him a hug. Seamus pulled up before Jayme could even shut the door. So, he waited for his brother and Mitch to get out of the car. They both gave him a hug, then he shut the front door. They all went into the kitchen where Tripp greeted each man like they were his own brothers, giving them hugs and slaps on the back.
“Can I get ya'll a beer?” Tripp offered.
“Yeah, sure,” Ian replied.
“Sounds good.” Seamus nodded.
“Sure,” Mitch agreed.
He looked at Ian. “No Jana?”
“Nah, she said she had a headache. I just think she didn’t wanna be the only girl.”
“I don’t blame her.” He chuckled.
Tripp handed everyone a beer, then they all toasted before taking a sip. They all took a seat around the kitchen table and snacked on chips and dip while chatting.
“How much longer until you’re divorced?” Mitch asked him.
“About a month,” he replied.
