Page 44 of Five Days

I’d always thought I wanted my best friend all to myself, but having met Zack?

My focus turned toward taking care of them both, holding them close and protecting their hearts.

I woke Saturday morning still cradling Landon’s backside.

He wiggled his cute ass against my morning wood, and I groaned, grabbing his hip.

Blinking my eyes open, I found him peering at me over his shoulder.

“Fuck me.”

My stomach clenched in a flash of lust at his blatant demand, but I glanced over at Zack, who still lay slack-jawed and breathing heavily.

“A-Are you sure, Lan?”

“The floodgates have been opened between us,” he whispered. “There’s no going back to the way things were—at least, I don’t want to just be friends anymore.”

My throat tightened. “What we have, our companionship up to this point, means the world to me.”

Landon reached back and clasped my hip, wiggling his butt again, his smirk the killing stab. “This is the cherry on the top. Fill my needy hole up with your big cock and make me yours forever.”

Words fled as I choked back a sob. Everything I’d dreamed of lay at the tips of my fingers—and my aching cock leaking pre-cum over his skin. Heaven, I’d whispered before Landon had passed out last night, but to have my unrequited love recognized, accepted, and returned?

There was no place in the cosmos to compare to how fulfilled I felt in that moment. And even though our first time wouldn’t be face-to-face with tenderness and him coming apart in my arms, I did. Not. Care. He’d offered himself to me, and I would gladly accept whatever he gave.

We had our whole future ahead of us to create more lovemaking memories.

“I haven’t done this in years,” I said, my husky tone a reflection of the emotional mess in my chest.

“You’re going to rock my world,” Landon stated without question, his light brown eyes overflowing with happiness exactly as I’d always hoped to one day see.

But, no pressure.

Landon flipped over to face me, jostling Zack and grabbing my cheeks. He planted a smacking kiss to my lips before pulling away to stare into my eyes. “You’re you. My Callum Anderson. My best friend. The man who fulfills so many damn parts of me I can’t imagine my life without you, so yeah. You’re going to rock my world even if you blow the second you get your dick inside me.”

A chuckle burst from me, and I took my time to kiss him tenderly sans tongue because dragon breath.

The second I released his lips, Landon spun back around.

“Oh, good morning, hot stuff,” he murmured, flirty as shit.

I guessed Zack was awake but didn’t bother looking with how intent I was on rolling to grab a condom and the lube off the bedside table.

Zack’s low voice mumbled something along the lines of a similar greeting as I snapped open the cap and coated my sheathed cock.

“Just slide right into me, Cal,” Landon suggested without glancing over his shoulder again. “Fill my ass up like you’ve probably been fantasizing about ever since you met me.”

Cocky little brat.

“Goddamned right I have,” I muttered anyway, shuffling in close to the pert backside he kept arched toward me.

Zack’s hand rubbed over Landon’s side then his hip before dipping into his crack.

Landon tossed his top leg over Zack’s thigh, and I stroked myself, staring as Zack toyed with his waxed, pink pucker.

“Give our boy what he wants.”

I cursed at Zack’s command.

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