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Sure, we didn’t spend twenty-four-seven together, so there was a possibility Landon got laid when his hand just wasn’t cutting it, but he’d never admitted to doing so. And I would never ask. It wasn’t my place, nor did I want to hear about someone having access to his body when I didn’t, all thanks to the man who owned his heart.

He shot me a grin, easing my hurt over how quickly he’d left me alone in my bed, but he didn’t linger. His fine ass skipped toward his own room to get dressed.

I imagined that his sole focus was on first gaining Zack’s forgiveness, then getting his hands on the man or vice versa.

An image bloomed in my mind, one of many secretive sights Landon had brought to life with his words, but this time, the character’s bodies intertwined and writhing in need weren’t faceless. Zack and Landon lived in vivid color in my mind.

Oh fuck.

A hard swallow bobbed my throat, desperate need sending blood straight to my groin.

The draw to Zack was potent beyond measure, equal although different in feeling than Landon’s hold on me. But, I didn’t sense being torn in opposite directions or a need to choose or focus on one attraction over the other, exactly as Landon had spelled out in the first book of his I’d read. A gay triad that fulfilled the three men how each needed.

I’d never considered a poly relationship to be sustainable like in some of the erotic stories Landon wrote, but the picture in my head made me pause. I could see myself sitting and watching Landon and Zack together. Imagining the various ways they would fuck and how a third—me—could blend into their passion stole my breath.

I slid from my bed and ambled to the bathroom where the scent of Landon’s bodywash flooded my lungs as I filled my fist with a few days’ worth of cum.

All while imagining the three of us together.

Chapter 9

Zack

I’d considered skipping out of breakfast. Calling Sean and telling him I would be home early and available to book with another client as soon as possible for that good, hard fuck I still needed.

But somehow—fuck the unchanged desires deep in my soul—I ended up seated at the hotel’s first floor restaurant where a breakfast buffet spread over a dozen feet worth of tables with heated trays and iced bins with various foods. Others on vacation ate quietly around me, but I merely sipped black coffee. My stomach knotted, not the least bit interested in true sustenance.

It didn’t matter if Landon lobbed more excuses my way. I would exercise restraint and act like a gentleman and hear him out like I’d agreed to—for Callum’s sake, even though unrest over his motives still raked at my mind. I’d dreamed about him. Landon too. Their faces and bodies had morphed from one to the other while I’d slept. Beneath me. On top of me. Even a glimpse of being spit roasted had attributed to waking with a raging boner, my balls on the verge of nutting.

Two strokes had shot spunk up over my chest, and the truth Landon would soon be mere feet across the table from me already had me warming up for another round.

I hated but couldn’t deny that my body still desired him regardless of the pain he’d caused me when we’d been younger.

Add in my lust for his…whatever Callum was to him, and I considered bashing my head against a wall.

Landon stepped through the arch leading into the restaurant, glancing around and halting all thoughts.

Fuck. Me.

I took the time to catch my breath and soak him in before our eyes met.

He had a gorgeous body and perfectly mussed hair I wanted to yank on while I bruised his mouth with punishing kisses. He licked over his lower lip as though anxious.

While I’d have preferred to feed off his insecurities and make him suffer like I had, that goddamn need to set him at ease slithered through my wish to wreck him.

But Landon wasn’t my client, and I owed him no such satisfaction in any way, shape, or form. He’d made his bed. He could fucking sleep in it for eternity for all I cared.

Lie—you do care.

Scowling over the whisper of sympathy and love for Landon that had claws dug deep in my soul, I lounged in my chair with feigned indifference. Every muscle in my body became tense as fuck—ready to fuck—while waiting for him to spot me.

Landon rubbed at the back of his neck I wanted to hold tight while pounding into his ass until he cried and begged for release I would forever deny him.

My goddamn dick liked that image in my head a little too much and leaked pre-cum in my shorts. Internally cursing my cock, I glared at the man I’d rather see sunken into the depths of despair. Loneliness. Struggling to survive. Empty and aimless.

The same things he’d put me through.

Landon shifted my way, finally making eye contact.

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