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Milo came closer, his hand going to my waist while his other moved to Slater’s. “I’m here. I want whatever you do.”

“But you two…”

“We went out to get to know each other better.” Milo looked at me, his long lashes lightly fanning his cheeks when he blinked. “I want you both.”

“Me too,” I said.

We turned our focus to Slater. “I can’t… We’re too…” He shook his head.

My free hand pressed to his chest right over his heart to feel the rapid beat of it, letting me know he was either having a panic attack, and trying not to show the full effect of it, or he anticipated what was about to happen.

“Do you want to have a seat on the couch with us?” I asked. “We can talk or we can touch. We can make you feel good, chase away what’s on your mind.”

“You two were out and now you’re here like I willed you to come.”

“No,” I said and kissed his stubbled jaw. “But if you want us to come, all you have to do is ask.” Closing the remaining space between us, I pressed the evidence of my arousal against him. “We both want you, Slater. How far we go is up to you.” I ached for him so badly. I would give anything for him to put his hands on me, to touch me like I’d dreamed about.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

“We’re all adults, rock star,” Milo said. “And there’s no one here to judge us. We’re alone, just the three of us. It’s your call. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.”

Slater broke away from us. I thought he was going to turn his back, but instead, he shut the sliding door and grabbed a remote. The windows in front of us frosted over, giving us full privacy. “This isn’t because I’m ashamed. I never know who is watching me. The press can be sneaky as hell, but usually leaves Dash and me alone. I still don’t want anyone seeing us. What we do in here is for us alone. I’m still not sure about being with you, Cody. The connection to your family, our friends, your?—”

“Don’t say it and ruin this,” I told him. “I don’t want to walk out the door and regret anything. I want to see all of you, Slater, inside and out. All I ask is that you look deeper in me too. I’m more than my age, more than my past. Here, right now, I’m exactly where I want to be with you and Milo.”

He nodded but didn’t say more. I wasn’t sure what we were to each other, if anything, but it was clear he wanted us. Slater went to the couch and sat down in the middle. Milo’s hand found mine and together we walked toward Slater. Milo sat on one side of him while I wasted no time and dropped to my knees in front of Slater. I wasn’t hesitating. If I did, he’d have time to change his mind. If I dove in and made him feel, he’d hopefully crave more of me, more of us.

Slater’s legs spread to make room for me while Milo got on his knees and started kissing Slater’s neck. “If you want us to stop, say the word and we will,” Milo said.

With his eyes on me, Slater tilted his head to the side to give Milo better access. I coasted my hands up his legs, loving the feel of his course hair as I went. A pair of athletic shorts sat loose on him, but there was no missing the outline of his hard cock. My fingers went to the waistband to slip inside. I paused, giving him time to stop me. Instead, he turned his head to capture Milo’s lips. It felt like a dismissal, like if he couldn’t see me, he could pretend it was Milo doing this to him. But that wasn’t it at all. Slater’s hand sought me out, straining forward until he connected with my neck so he could thread his fingers into my hair. Slater desired touch and we would give him just that.

I tugged on his shorts to get him to lift his hips so I could drag them and his boxer briefs down. He was thick and bigger than I expected. The prominent vein on his cock pulled me toward it until the flat of my tongue pressed against him. Fingers tightened on the back of my head as he urged me closer. I licked up his cock, getting to the head and dragging my tongue along the underside of it before fully taking him into my mouth. He was hard yet silky smooth. The taste of his precum had my cock straining in my jeans, begging to be touched, but I didn’t want to do it myself. Milo and Slater were here. I’d beg if I had to, so one of them gave me relief.

Not yet though. Slater was the one who mattered right now. Taking him as far as I could go, I stilled and breathed through my nose, hoping not to trigger my gag reflex. I wasn’t a master at this by any means, but I hoped what I did made him feel good. Made him see what I could offer him. First it was my body, my mouth, my hands. Next, I hoped he saw the beating heart in my chest and how it bled for him and now Milo too. How I got wrapped up in these men so quickly, I didn’t want to analyze.

It took one look from Slater, and I was hooked. I didn’t think anyone else could compare. Then Milo was there with his pink hair and wicked smile. He was easygoing, but there was more to him. A lot more. And I was determined to learn everything I could about both of them.

16

MILO

Sex. I loved it. I could do it all the time but I had been behaving myself lately and not seeking out one-night stands. How could I when I had Slater in my dating pool and now Cody? I didn’t want anyone but them.

Dating. I still couldn’t believe I was doing it.

My head had to be in the game here, and my dick. I was good at sex and bound and determined to prove it to them.

Slater moaned into my mouth as Cody went as deep as he could on Slater’s dick. I did the best tongue fucking of my life to show Slater I knew what I was doing. Hopefully, he didn’t take it as I had too much experience and slept around. I mean, I did before him, but that wasn’t something I wanted to discuss. Besides, he was a one-night stand guy too. Before me. Before Cody. God, were any of us doing what we normally did? I didn’t think so.

Breaking the kiss with Slater, I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it aside, then making sure he was okay with it, I did the same to Slater. His chest was firm, as was his stomach. Not overly muscled like I knew Cody would be once his shirt came off.

My hand went to Slater’s chest to move across his flesh while his eyes held mine, pleading for something I wasn’t sure he even knew what it was. He had one hand on Cody’s head while his other lifted to touch my stomach. Grazing his fingers over my light hair and up to my chest, where he stopped on one of my nipple piercings. I had one on each side. His finger played with it, lifting the hoop and dropping it, utterly fascinated. That was until Cody hummed around his dick and Slater’s head fell back. A moan left his lips. It was deep and guttural, a sound that went right to my balls.

Leaning forward, I brought my lips to his throat as I started undoing my jeans. The ache in my dick was nearly unbearable. I had to touch it, had to alleviate it. It wasn’t easy shimmying them off while staying latched to Slater like a leech. I managed to push them down to my knees and got my hand on myself.

“Cody,” Slater moaned. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

“That’s the point,” I heard Cody say in a rough voice. I bet his mouth and throat ached so good.

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