Page 32 of Five Days

“Fuck it,” I muttered and pushed up, brushing my mouth over his in a tentative, seeking kiss.

He groaned and pressed in tight, every inch of his hot, hard body aligning with mine. Grasping my neck, he held me in place, taking the lead. The cells inside me submitted to his ownership, same as they’d done with Zack.

No thought of reaping what we sowed in public held me back from taking advantage of the situation. I parted my lips, and Callum licked inside my mouth, shuddering when our tongues touched. Slick glides along each other’s tender flesh made my groin throb, and I whimpered, clutching at him, desperation to make up for lost time making my blood race.

Callum’s dick was granite, and the gyration of his hips had me frotting against him right there on the damn dance floor for all to see.

Wrapped up in the man I trusted more than life, I gave zero fucks beyond enjoying what had always been on offer—I’d just been too damn blinded to notice.

“Fucking hell,” I heard Zack murmur as I lost myself in Callum’s kiss. Zack breathed against my ear, his hot exhale ghosting goose bumps down my spine, making me vibrantly aware of his proximity.

Need flooded through my blood, heating me to the point I swore I broke out into hives.

“You two are so fucking hot together. Jesus.” Zack’s cock bucked against my ass, and I whimpered into Callum’s mouth, wanting them both.

Naked.

Now.

Zack slid his hands between me and Callum, rubbing over both of our hard dicks while grinding against my very empty, very needy ass. My balls drew up tight, my taint on the verge of spasming.

Oh, fuck?—

I tore my mouth from Callum’s and wiggled, shoving Zack’s talented fingers away and creating some space between the three of us. My best friend blinked, his eyes unfocused and hazy as he peered at me.

“I’m not coming on the damned dance floor,” I hissed quietly, hands fisted at my sides, my muscles trembling and skin shivering from the energy rippling among the three of us.

“Then we need to take this elsewhere,” Zack suggested exactly what I’d been thinking.

Privacy to partake in a night of debauchery with the man I’d always loved and the other who’d owned the second half of my heart without my having realized it.

“Let’s go,” I rushed to say, my voice strangled. Shaking, I grabbed both their hands and pulled them along behind me off the dance floor.

At Callum’s assured lacing of our fingers together near the hotel’s side entrance, my throat swelled up. “What do you want, Landon?” he asked.

I paused on the darkened pathway, suddenly lacking confidence they would be on board for every idea crowding my brain. “To fulfill a few of my fantasies?” I’d gone for a statement, but it ended up sounding like a question.

Callum knew what I meant. He’d read every single book I’d written, the sex scenes my muse had brought to life through my fingertips. “Are you sure, baby?”

The pet name was new—and I wanted to suck it off his lips and swallow it down, own it so he couldn’t ever take it back.

Zack had opened my eyes to what had grown between me and my best friend over the years, and with the opportunity to taste Callum, to share in something more with him and the love from my childhood, lit my blood on fire. “Yes—I want this. You. Him.”

Callum’s gaze softened, and he caressed my cheek before glancing at Zack on my other side. “I’m game if you are.”

Oh fuck. I gulped, my gaze swinging toward Zack.

“Anything for you.” His words directed at Callum shouldn’t have hit me wrong—but they did.

Was he only agreeing to a threesome because he’d been paid to please Callum? Was it more the idea of getting his hands on my best friend that made him hard—not me? He’d claimed it would be as such this morning over breakfast, but the way he looked at and touched me gave me hope his feelings had changed.

I wanted answers, but I also wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity with these two men I had sudden dreams about losing myself between for the rest of my life.

We moved in silence, heavy breaths accompanying us on the elevator ride to our shared floor where we stepped into a silent, empty hallway.

“You two go on ahead,” Zack said, bypassing our suite’s door and heading toward the bend up ahead. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“P-Promise?” I hastened to ask, hating how insecurity bled through my tone.

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