Page 79 of Five Days

Callum and Landon sat propped against the headboard of the king-sized bed, both in lounge pants and T-shirts. Amber and sea-like gazes both studied me with clear uncertainty, same as when I’d left them in paradise almost two months ago.

And the love…

Jesus fucking Christ, the desire spanning the distance between us made my goddamn eyes well up. That flimsy foil I’d clung to as a shield around my heart crumpled as Callum held his hand out in a silent request to join them.

What made me think I could possibly get through the rest of my life without these men beside me? I knew I’d been miserable since returning from that tropical paradise, but I hadn’t recognized how truly lonely and heartbroken I’d actually been until I saw them face-to-face.

I might have trust issues and get triggered on occasion, but goddamnit, I wanted to be happy. Loved. Taken care of when I was the needy one.

Still, I instinctively hesitated from openly submitting to Callum’s encouragement to simply let go and allow them to give me what I hungered for.

“Lose the clothes,” I whispered, my words no more than a rasped command.

Both kept their focus on me while doing as told. With every soft whisper of first shirts then pants to hit the floor, my dick swelled at the sight. Their golden tans hadn’t faded, their gorgeously muscled bodies were tensed, their dicks hard.

Muttering a curse, I rubbed over my bulge, devouring first Landon then Callum with my eyes. The sheets beneath them remained unruffled, evidence they’d waited for me.

Landon’s balls were already drawn up tight. Callum’s slit leaked, a droplet sliding down along his stiff length making my mouth water.

“Zack—please.” Landon was the one to break the heavy silence among us, and my name on his lips caused a shudder to ripple through me, setting my mind on the only course available to me, exactly as my heart yearned for.

I tore my shirt off overhead. Shoved down my slacks.

Climbing onto the mattress, I glanced between the two of them. Who to touch first? Which mouth to delve my tongue into and taste? How to ravage them both, sate my hunger for what I hadn’t truly realized I’d missed as desperately as I had?

My hesitation made them reach for me, but Callum had the longer arms, and he grabbed hold of me and yanked me forward. He settled me on my side facing him rather than Landon like I’d expected.

I swallowed hard. “So what?—”

Landon slapped his hand over my mouth from behind while getting all up in my space from shoulders to toes. His hard dick poked at my ass even though he wouldn’t ever want to penetrate me. His heartbeat thundered against my back. “Sex first because we’ve missed you too much,” he whispered hot against my ear. “Talking can come later.”

I eyed Callum and his pupil-blown orbs. “You haven’t been taking care of this needy boy?”

“Our needy boy,” he corrected me, his tone firm.

My chest ached with sweet relief, and that sense of rightness I’d felt with them settled fully into place.

This was where I belonged. These men were the home I’d never truly experienced before. They were acceptance and love, support and comfort.

“I want you, Callum,” I murmured, running a fingertip over his lower lip. “Need you to take care of me. Fill me up. Flood me with your cum.”

Landon cursed from behind me, quickly grabbing hold of his dick.

Callum simply stared into my eyes, his own open and vulnerable as fuck. We shared a moment of silence, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he remembered our conversation and me begging him to not ask for more than I could give him.

And here I held my heart out in my hands, willing to submit to the nurturing he craved to lavish on me.

“Nothing between us?” he asked quietly, searching my face.

“I trust you.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes growing damp. “Roll over.”

I did as told, my heart racing and skin on fire.

My gaze met amber gems as tempting as whiskey to a parched throat.

“This okay with you?” I asked quietly while Callum slid his hands over my back as though worshiping my skin.

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