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“What took you so long?” “The speed limit,” I answered on autopilot. He laughed. “You’re funny, Lucas West.”
“Why do you feel the need to say my last name?” “So that I’ll remember it,” he said.
Reese picked that moment to step right behind me, one step down, and put his hands on my hips. He spoke in my ear next, and I went rigid. “If I end up fuckin’ the daylights outta you, I’ll lose one of the names, though.” Fuckin’ the daylights… A slow shudder rolled through me,
“I’m dominant,” I felt the need to say. Reese’s smile widened. “Even better. A Dom who needs to get fucked? Do you struggle with that bit?” I narrowed my eyes. “Only if the other guy—or guys—think they can boss me around.
“Lucas West here is a Dom who occasionally needs to get fucked like a savage.”
“Let’s get out of here.” Reese smiled. “Fantastic. Let’s exchange numbers in case we lose you to the speed limit.”
River was next, and he paused next to me. “But if we can fuck your tight throat without rubbers in the way, we’d prefer that.” Jesus. Shock tore through me at the same time as my mouth fucking watered. It was the longest sentence he’d spoken to me, and he’d chosen his words well.
Reese grinned when he spotted me. “Hey, gorgeous. Did you get your asshole prettied up for us?”
“I think you want low thunder before that first strike of lightnin’,” he said quietly.
I lost my grasp on time and what was real. I rolled around in the filth and got off on how roughly they chased their orgasms. My lungs burned. Black spots filled my vision. It wasn’t long before I was losing my battle. The sensations rushing through me stole the last air out of my lungs and catapulted me into the abyss. Or maybe it was River who pushed me off the cliff. Either way, I was fucking soaring
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Reese panted. He pulled out from my mouth and fell back against the headboard, breathing almost as heavily as I was. “I need a water break,” River said hoarsely. Reese blew out a breath. “Pizza. I need pizza. Then we’re switchin’ places.” Lord, don’t have mercy on me, thank you. We were going again. After pizza.
“This is some bullshit,” Riv muttered. “Only an insane person would cut their pizza into squares.” “Or someone from Chicago.” “We’re sayin’ the same thing.”
half listening to Reese chat up some guy who introduced himself as Lucian Leroux. Was he a vampire? Did he only come out at night? It should be investigated.
Lucian smirked a little too. “Sadly, whatever you did is the most action my bedroom’s seen in a while.” I clapped him on the shoulder. “We ain’t done yet, my friend.” “Far from it.” Reese eyed Lucas before shifting his gaze to Lucian. “River’s been hoping for a night with Greer for over a year, so let’s see if you and I can put a dent in West.” I laughed. A year, though? I was gonna have to dig for answers straight from River on that one. Lucas actually blushed. Lucian looked a bit stunned.
I shook my head and chuckled. “What?” River smiled, drunk and curious. “You’re not an IT guy,” I said. His smile didn’t go anywhere. “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re fuckin’ not.” I dipped down and nipped at his ear. “My guess? The Army spat youse out somehow, and you went private instead.” He shivered, and I draped an arm along the top of the couch so I could stay close. “What do you mean?” He tilted his head up and kissed my jaw. “It’s a private company.”
I parted my legs and tugged him closer. Reese moved the camera to the corner of the bed, and it was impossible to miss the bulge in his jeans. I loved how fucking dirty the brothers were. So uninhibited. Magical.
I stared at him and chewed on a fried shrimp. Three-second rule. I’d initially dropped it on my cock, making me realize Lucian and River had covered up with their towels for a reason.
“It sounds like you’re drawn to people who don’t have their shit together,” he replied dryly. I laughed. That was actually funny. “Perfection is boring, pussycat. Give me all the cracks and dents.” His mouth twitched, as if he were hiding a smile and kind of failing. It made me happy. Maybe there was hope for him after all.
“It’s complicated.” “No, it’s not,” Reese said. “Because that’s an option. You can list yourself as complicated with someone on Facebook, but this just says—as of fuckin’ yesterday—that you’re in a relationship with a Colt Carter.” I withheld my snickering, because I didn’t want the show to end. Hell, make me some popcorn, please! “An airman?” Greer looked a little grossed out. “Aim higher, Lucas. You can do so much better.”
“Does he make you beg, West?” I pinched my lips together as Lucas pushed Reese off him. “Fuck me, he does,” Reese laughed. “This is serious. Oh man, I can’t wait to meet this guy.”
I swear I’m polite—when I’m not freaking out.” I chuckled. “I didn’t mind this show one bit.” “I get it, you’re a Sadist,” he huffed. “Lucas already told us.” Aw, my man was talking me up to his buddies. Greer was next. He brushed his hands off his utility pants and flashed a hot grin. “At long last, we meet the only man who’s made Lucas beg,” he said. I coughed around a laugh and side-eyed Luke. Only man, huh?
Macklin chewed on his pizza and tilted his head. “Are we sure about the name?” Excuse me? “House Mclean sounds cool too,” he added.
Haaaaa
