“Don’t do that fucking bullshit,” Preston spat. He dropped his arms and erased the distance between them, jabbing his finger hard against Shane’s chest. Shane didn’t even flinch. Just stood there and took whatever Preston was ready to dish out, and I realized maybe Shane and I weren’t so different after all—not when it came to our man. I had a feeling that, like me, Shane would bleed and hurt for Preston if it meant he was no longer hurting.
“Do not stand here and try to be an indifferent fucking asshole, Shane,” Preston continued rolling on, his finger shaking. “Do you know how I felt when I walked out here and saw you were gone? That you hadn’t bothered telling at least X where the fuck you were going? There is a literal murderer on the loose, and you just went and?—”
Shane gripped the back of Preston’s neck and covered Preston’s lips with his. Preston made an alarmed sound in the back of his throat, his eyes wide, and then, he sank into Shane, the tension bleeding from his body. Pressing his hand flat to Preston’s back, Shane dragged Preston closer until their bodies were flush together and deepened their kiss, plunging his tongue into Preston’s mouth.
Preston moaned, and I knew it was over from there. We were doing this, and Shane wasn’t getting out of it with just a kiss. Preston had a rough fucking night because of him, and it was time Shane took responsibility and made our man feel better. It was time to issue an apology.
“Bedroom,” I growled as I pushed up from the couch.
Shane parted their lips, shooting me a heated look that had my cock throbbing in my boxer briefs. Seeing the two of them together was hot as fuck, and honestly, I was tired of fucking waiting, too.
“What?” Preston breathed, his chest already heaving.
“Bedroom,” I ordered again.
Shane gave a tiny huff of amusement, his fingers flexing where he was holding Preston still. “You think you call the shots, boy?” he asked me, and holy fuck, being called boy by him had me leaking precum. Who the fuck knew I’d sort of like the almost-degrading nickname, especially when I knew I was the youngest of the three of us at only twenty-two?
“If you don’t like it, do something about it,” I taunted, then headed for the bedroom. And a moment later, I heard the two of them following me.
Fucking finally.
If Shane changed his mind when we got in there, I had no doubt in my mind I’d tie him to the fucking bed. We were doing this. All three of us needed it. We could work out the logistics of it, if needed, in the morning.
I was done playing games. I was knocking all the pieces off the fucking board and declaring myself the goddamn winner.
Chapter 18
Shane
Hearing X demand the three of us get into the bedroom was not just hot as hell, especially after years of celibacy, it was a bit amusing. Because if he thought for one single fucking second he called the shots, he was sorely mistaken. Preston might be the most submissive between the two of them, but I’d show X he could find freedom within submitting to me, too.
The moment we were inside the bedroom, X pounced on Preston, sealing their mouths together while I still palmed Preston’s lower back. Preston moaned, easily following X’s lead—just as easily as he’d followed mine. I pressed in behind Preston, letting my lips work over the soft skin of his neck, my beard tickling his bare shoulder as I went. He gasped and shivered in my hold, and because our bodies were pressed so tightly together, I felt that chill run down his spine.
When they parted, both of their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths, I swooped in. Reaching between their bodies, I gripped X’s chin, then leaned over Preston’s shoulder to finally kiss the man. I’d been toying with him, seeing how long his interest remained while also trying to show him good things came to those who were patient. But since we were doing this tonight, there were no more games. No more fucking around.
X and Preston were mine. And I hoped they both knew there was no getting out of this. They wanted me, so they were getting me—overprotective, moody bits and all.
X tried taking control, but when I tightened my fingers on his chin and dug my fingers into his skin, he sucked in a sharp breath, then groaned and submitted to me, giving me what I wanted. Rewarding him, I stroked my thumb along his jaw, softening my kiss just a bit. When I swiped my tongue along the seam of his lips, he moaned again and opened for me, tangling our tongues together.
“Fuck, you two are hot together,” Preston rasped. I slid my palm up his flat stomach to his chest. When I rubbed my thumb over his nipple, he made a small noise of surprise, sinking back against me.
Fuck, these two were made for me. No doubt in my mind about that.
“Christ,” X growled when I finally released him. He licked his kiss-swollen lips, his already usually-dark eyes nearly black as he stared at me. Then, he was gripping the side of Preston’s neck and kissing him again while I toyed with Preston’s nipples. He squirmed in my arms, trying to gain friction with his cock against X’s thigh and his ass against my own hard cock. The boy was desperate, but good things came to those who waited. He’d get what he wanted soon enough.
“On your knees for him,” X ordered Preston as soon as their lips were parted. “Show him how pretty your fucking mouth is, baby.”
Preston obediently turned to face me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. I stroked my palms down his back, taking a moment to admire just how damn beautiful the man was with his sleep-tousled dirty-blond hair, his pink cheeks, and hazy, needy blue eyes.
“If you make me come,” I warned him, “my rebound time isn’t as quick as yours.” I was nearly thirty-six years old. My testosterone levels were perfectly normal, according to my doctor, but that didn’t mean my body rebounded as quickly as theirs. It would take me a little time to get hard enough to fuck again.
Preston’s smile was soft and sweet. “That’s okay,” he promised. And then, he was dropping to his knees before me and working open the button and zipper on my jeans. Sliding my fingers into his soft curls, I watched as he tugged my jeans and briefs down just enough to free my cock, and then, he was licking along my shaft.
The moment that pretty mouth of his wrapped around my tip, I moaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as my eyes fluttered closed. Fuuuuck, his mouth was like heaven—all warm, wet, and soft. And that tongue of his was fucking magical as he worked the underside of my shaft. Sweet boy didn’t even need his hands, which he left gripping my thighs. He didn’t seem to have a gag reflex, taking me to the back of his throat as he began bobbing his head back and forth.
“Perfect, isn’t he?” X murmured.
I forced my eyes to open, our gazes meeting. “Come here,” I growled.