Before he got too comfortable and forgot himself.
Kingston wasn’t in Nova Scotia to make friends; he was there to play for the NHL and make a name for himself. He needed the money, and he craved the fame that came with the job.
Women, expensive cars, parties with the rich and famous—that was what he wanted. Not the warm, mind-numbing comfort Evans seemed content with, being a third wheel to a relationship that he didn’t realize he was a part of.
Kingston forced his mind to clear on the taxi ride to his apartment because he didn’t want to think about them anymore. He fiddled with the idea of calling his last hookup and asking her back for a second roll in the sheets, but after the day he had, he was too tired to put in the effort of pleasing someone.
A nap. A nap sounded great.
Kingston fell onto his bed the second he was in his room and buried his face into his pillow. He let out a loud, long groan, feeling the childish urge to kick his feet because he couldn’t understand what was wrong with his brain.
He knew Evans was going to have something to say about his abrupt exit, but that was a tomorrow problem. It didn’t stop thoughts of the annoying bastard from entering his mind as hedrifted into a restless sleep, images of the peaceful moment in the penthouse slowly transferring into his dreams.
Dreams of the four of them on the sectional, watching hockey and eating amazing homemade meals. The camaraderie, banter and feeling offamilysank into his body until his soul lit up from the burningneedfor it.
It was good just like that, but it became even better when Allen slipped off his robe and splayed himself across their laps, presenting himself as an offering for all of them to devour.
In his dream, Kingston had Allen on his knees and was fucking him from behind, entranced by how sexy he looked while taking his cock.
Jake had Evans gripped by the hair and was thrusting his tongue into his mouth while the other hand jerked himself and Allen off with firm, confident strokes.
Kingston lifted Allen’s hips higher so Jake could move more easily, directing Allen’s head forward until his mouth found his rival’s cock. Kingston groaned as Evans pulled away from the kiss so he could tilt his head back and moan. That sound vibrated Kingston’s nerves, sending shocks of pleasure straight to his cock.
“Too far,” Evans said, meeting Kingston’s gaze with sex-dark eyes. “Wanna kiss you.”
Allen’s muffled cries around the cock in his mouth were driving Kingston to the edge, but he would—hewouldkiss Evans once he got their pretty boyfriend off.
And once Allen was satisfied and hazy from his orgasm, Kingston was going to put himself between Jake and Evans. He was going to sit on Evans’s cock and suck on his tongue while he gave him that kiss.
Kingston was going to run his hands all over Evans’s annoyingly sexy body and stare into those colour-swirling eyes while Jake joined Evans inside of him. Kingston was going tocover all that pale, unblemished skin with bruises while Jake fucked them both to the edge, until Evans understoodwhohe belonged to.
“Ah—Evans?—”
No.
“Riley—”
Kingston gasped and jumped up so fast that he threw himself out of his bed and hit the floor hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. Gasping, he stayed on his back, blinking up at the ceiling as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened.
He was panting, covered in sweat and?—
“Oh god.” Kingston cringed when the sticky feeling of cum became too obvious to ignore. “No fucking way.”
But there was no way to deny it. Kingston, without meaning to, had jizzed in his pants like a teenage boy because he had a wet dream about fucking three men.
Three men, and one of them was his goddamnrival.
“What the fuck?” he groaned, anger slowly building inside him.
If he had topped Evans in his dream, it would have been easier to accept, but knowing his brain wanted him to take two cocks up his ass wasrude.
Kingston was a rational person, and he knew dreams could do weird things, so he could handle this.
He didn’t want Evans. He didn’t want Allen. He didn’t want Jake.
Kingston was a straight man who had been caught up in the warm fuzzies of friendship. This was why having friends was dangerous. Friends came with commitment, and apparently, wet dreams about guys with six-pack abs and thighs thick enough to comfortably bounce on.
“What the fuck.”