Page 27 of Five Days

Zack sat back in his chair, thick thighs spread wide, hands on his knees. Whatever Landon told him caused a semi-smile on Zack’s gorgeous face that made my gut clench. He was so fucking hot with those broad shoulders and all that muscle beneath golden skin.

But so was my best friend with his pale complexion atop a more lithe build.

Pink flushed Landon’s cheeks, and I could imagine the sparkle in his eyes that always caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

Zack nodded and stood.

Landon pushed up from the table and held out his hand.

Zack hesitated, his focus on Landon’s fingers, and what I wouldn’t have given to know his mind. Fear? Resigned to burying the hatchet between them? Or did he pause because he recognized things would change once he touched Landon again?

It seemed the three of us teetered on an edge of the unknown.

Their palms finally slid together, fingers clasped, and the electrical current of something potent shivered over me, raising the hairs on my arms. They both seemed caught up in a world of slow motion where every heartbeat throbbed with promise.

Of what exactly, I wasn’t sure, but I longed to share in it, for that feeling to go on and on.

As if sensing my stare, Landon glanced my way, shattering the breathless moment hovering over us.

He dropped Zack’s hand as though burned, his face flushing. A quick glance at Zack, his lips moving, and they both started toward me.

My gaze flitted between the two men as they drew closer, my inhales too quick. Zack’s gaze promised sexual satisfaction if I asked for it. And Landon’s held a tenderness I was well acquainted with but also a question that had me shifting on my seat in delicious torment.

The cells in my body vibrated, making me want to shed the discomfort of my skin. Or better yet cause an eruption from my dick that would empty my tight balls when they’d been taken care of an hour earlier.

I needed answers so I could figure out how to move forward in calming myself one way or the other. “You’ve made your peace?” I asked as they stopped before me.

Landon glanced up at Zack whose hazel eyes remained fixed on my face as though seeking out my deepest desires and hidden thoughts.

“For now, I suppose,” Landon answered, and Zack didn’t argue, but the tension, both anger and lust, still lingered around them enough that I could taste it on my tongue. “We’ve agreed to a truce for the remainder of our stay.”

“I came here for you, Callum, so what now?” Zack asked before I could, his question directed at me with sexual expectation in his eyes.

Oh, the ideas flitting through my mind, the images of the three of us—him and Landon while I watched…

I swallowed hard, shoving against any and all thoughts of fucking. “Keep us company,” I demanded as his client, my tone ragged from the lust attempting to rule my body. “Enjoy a shared vacation. Snorkeling. Swimming. Air surfing, or whatever it’s called when they hook you up with a parachute behind a boat. Let’s relax and enjoy ourselves before returning to the real world.”

If only I knew what life back home would look like in advance so I could prepare my heart.

“You hired me for more than companionship in paradise,” Zack murmured, his voice low and definitely hinting at an agreeable option for some seriously needed physical gratification.

Landon shifted on his feet and placed a not-so-discreet hand over his groin. My cock throbbed at the evidence he was on board with Zack’s unspoken suggestion—but where did I fit into the equation?

I shrugged as though indifferent when I was anything but. “My goal in bringing you here was to make Landon happy. I told you, whatever he wants, he gets.” I had to swallow again before forcing myself to continue. “If that’s the use of your body, then who am I to deny what he desires?”

“And what do you want?” Zack asked, his gaze boring into me, flaying me wide fucking open.

“What I can’t have,” I whispered my heartbreak, glancing at my best friend.

Landon’s lips parted, his eyes darkening as he stared at me.

I fought off the need to move again as I watched ideas go off behind Landon’s eyes like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

He licked his lower lip, leaving behind a sheen I longed to taste.

“Lan?” I rasped, my insides clenched up tight as though on the brink of falling off a cliff with no bottom in sight. Fathomless depths. Unknown consequences. Scary as hell. Breath once more held, I waited for his answer that would dictate where I landed.

Tension radiated from Zack too as everything once more stilled around us. But this time, the heartbeats sounded like a countdown to what I feared would be a soul-crushing answer.

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