Page 68 of Five Days

Zack hesitated but nodded, submitting at least a part of himself to me. His wary eyes assured me he wasn’t yet willing to allow complete vulnerability.

Releasing a slow, steady exhale of disappointment, I climbed off the bed. After cleaning myself, I wet two towels with warm water and returned to find both men unmoved. At my reappearance, Zack gently rolled a limp Landon off his chest.

Pink flushed Landon’s face, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead and cheeks. But his eyes… God, he was beautiful. Exhaustion and pure elation peered at me from his golden brown orbs, the kind of emotion that made men write sonnets and love songs.

Throat tight, I first wiped his belly free of his release then between his legs. Once finished, I moved onto Zack, who’d watched me the entire time, unmoving.

Waiting for me to be fulfilled by the level of submission he allowed himself.

Tears stung my eyes, and I refused to meet his while ridding his now semi of the full condom. I wiped his dick rather than sucking it clean like I’d have preferred, then his taint and balls where excess lube had dripped down.

A wet spot lay between his spread thighs, and I dabbed that up as best I could.

Once finished, I bent down and kissed Zack’s belly, my lips lingering, my chest aching. “Thank you,” I whispered and turned away before he saw my tears.

I carried the soiled towels back to the bathroom, needing a moment to collect myself. Assurances whispered in my mind that Landon was now mine forever didn’t ease the ache over thoughts of Zack not being with us when we returned home. My best friend would never be able to fill part of that emptiness inside me where my soul needed nurturing as much as he did.

Perhaps my longing for Zack would eventually fade, and even though I expected Landon’s never would, he might eventually be interested in finding another switch to join us in Zack’s place.

Because one thing I knew for sure—Landon would never be entirely satisfied by my dick alone. The man was made for a triad, evident by the stories he wrote, the fantasies cooked up from his own inner desires.

We had a few hours until our time together ended, so we couldn’t waste a single minute.

Landon rested against Zack’s side when I returned to the bedroom, and I cradled against his backside, understanding the urge that had him clinging to the man he’d loved since childhood.

But even the strongest arms wouldn’t hold Zack in place. Too much trauma littered his soul, wounds that no man’s touch could heal.

Landon’s breaths grew shallow, his body twitching as he slipped into sleep.

Zack and I eyed each other like we’d done that first night Landon slept cocooned between us, but unlike then, there were no whispered words. Nothing rested over us but a heavy silence full of emotion I wasn’t sure what do with.

He closed his eyes first, and I wondered if it was out of fear or due to weakening walls.

Having no wish to ruin our final hours together, I allowed him his space and nuzzled against Landon’s head, breathing in the sweet scent of his hair. Reminders to stay in the moment whispered through my head, helping to keep me grounded.

Landon woke a short time later, stretching and immediately stilling with a gasp. “Goddamn,” he muttered.

“Sore, baby?” Zack asked, his stroking hand along Landon’s waist bumping into mine resting on his hip. I considered twining my fingers with his but didn’t allow myself that act of intimacy I expected would be too much for him in the moment.

“Yes,” Landon hissed then whimpered. “Guess my ass is done for the night.” Grimacing, he attempted to move, so I gave him some space in order for him to roll onto his back.

He shot me a smirk regardless of his discomfort, his sleepy eyes so damn full of love, my heartbeat stumbled. “I want to watch Zack fuck you.”

My pulse rushed, and regardless of how that would only cause a deeper connection between Zack and I, I couldn’t deny Landon.

I glanced at Zack, ready and willing to fall harder even though he would hold me emotionally at arm’s length.

Heat kindled in his eyes but not anything more than the fulfillment of lust. “On your knees.”

Not face-to-face. No deep connection outside the physical allowed this time around.

Got it.

Throat tight, I did as told, arching my back, chest on the mattress, ass on display. I would soak in what I could even though it wasn’t what I’d have preferred to be my last memory of penetration for who knew how long.

Zack put on a show for Landon, lubing up my hole for his dick with a slow progression of fingers. He kept his tongue out of the mix, and I wondered if that too was another way he avoided the intimacy he seemed closed off to.

Still, the feel of his fingers in me, his hands worshiping my body, lit a fire inside me. Made my balls ache for release and my cock drip with need.

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