“You’re fucking mine.” He sinks against Jake, pinning him to the counter with his hips, their foreheads touching. Jake’s hands lift, bracing Cay at the elbows. “You’re mine,” Caleb repeats, one hand raising to cup Jake’s stubbled cheek. “Show me,” Jake replies, his resentment giving way to heat and raw need. He drops a hand down between them, cupping Caleb’s dick through his shorts. “Show me all the ways I’m yours—” He barely gets the words out before Cay is kissing him.
