Page 81 of Five Days

“Let us make you feel good, Zack,” Callum stated, snaking his arms around me.

Landon twisted his torso, reaching out to grasp the back of my head.

I gave him my mouth as Callum’s latched onto my shoulder.

We moved in our shared need, eventually finding a rhythm that made pure pleasure tingle up and down my spine. I’d expected to blow my load within seconds, but I fought off my release, desperate to stay in the perfect moment with them.

Lube made a slick mess between us, but we clutched each other close, three bodies attempting to morph into one. That foil had been ripped away, and I no longer wished to hide. I’d never felt as close with someone as in that moment, physically plastered together and yet emotionally attached on a deeper level than I’d ever imagined possible.

A well of happiness and satisfaction rose up inside me, overflowing until I had no choice but to let go.

My cum flooded Landon’s ass, his ring clamping on my base a heartbeat later as he spilled onto the sheets, his sweet whimper while coming music to my ears.

“Ah fuck,” Callum groaned against my neck, his entire body going tense behind me as his shaft bucked inside my hole. “Zack—Jesus.”

Hands grasping sweat-slickened skin, we came together, spurts of seed then aftershocks wracking through us. Too soon, we relaxed, our exhales heavy, and I found myself grinning like a goddamned loon.

Chapter 32

Callum

We spent the night in a cocoon of sex and semen, choosing to immerse ourselves in the physical. Landon and I had agreed to stick with what worked best between the three of us and save any heavy discussions for once we’d left Zack boneless and completely sated.

But he passed out after our fourth or fifth round. I’d lost count, too caught up in the elation of Zack choosing to stay rather than walking out upon finding what his friend had done for him. For all of us, really.

Sean Fox had told me Zack had been nothing but a miserable bitch since returning home from the vacation the three of us had enjoyed together. While he hadn’t come out and stated Zack’s feelings for the two of us—those were Zack’s to share, Sean had said—he felt in his heart that Zack just needed a little push in the right direction toward happiness and fulfillment.

We hadn’t spoken many words after Zack’s arrival. The appearance of him had caught my breath and made me desperate to touch him again.

Then he’d trusted me to top him, had submitted himself to me emotionally without any hesitation or even fear in his eyes. Because of his actions, I couldn’t help but hope for the outcome Landon and I both wanted with him, even if I ought to have protected my heart instead.

If anything, our night together only solidified that we were meant to be together. Our rare triad carved out a three-piece puzzle that created a beautiful whole. Surely Zack would see that now that he’d had another taste of how perfectly we all fit together.

We’d shared morning blow jobs and ordered room service. While waiting for our food, we enjoyed a third shower together, taking turns in caring for one another until we once more emptied our balls, Zack’s and my spunk on Landon’s tongue, his swirling down the drain.

The three of us sat in robes around the small table, voracious after the sex marathon of the previous ten or so hours.

Landon shifted on the cushioned chair and glanced at Zack with wary eyes, leading me to believe that it was more than a sore ass making him anxious. “Did you, um, see the image of the three of us on social media?” He was the first to pop our bubble with the reality outside the suite’s door. “They didn’t identify you, but still.”

“I’m not on social media much,” Zack replied, a forkful of French toast dripping real maple syrup onto his plate as he held it halfway to his mouth. “Is there any need for concern?”

Landon shook his head while scooping up some scrambled eggs. “We weren’t doing anything wrong, but considering my past…” He shrugged.

Zack set his bite down untouched and clutched Landon’s forearm across the table. “Hey. You all right, baby?”

“Yeah. I expected a huge blowout like the first time I got caught messing around with more than one guy. I freaked out and needed a couple of extra pills to chill the fuck out.”

“Nothing became of it though, so there’s no need to worry anymore,” I interjected, hoping to soothe Landon’s unease as I’d been doing on a daily basis. We’d discussed the whole thing to death, and even though he didn’t believe we weren’t in the wrong, he struggled to move past it, expecting the worst. But even his father hadn’t attempted to get in contact with him again about the situation.

“So what’s the problem?” Zack asked, glancing between us, still holding Landon’s arm.

Landon shrugged again. “There isn’t one as long as it stays buried. So, fingers crossed.”

“If you’re concerned for me and my reputation, I don’t give a shit—wait.” Zack sat back, hands falling to his lap, his brow furrowed and hazel eyes suddenly wary. “Are you afraid they’ll find out who I am? What I am and how that will affect you and your family?”

“What? No!” Landon stared at him, aghast. “Of course not! I just don’t want you dragged down by being involved with the, well, I told you what they called me.”

“Fuck the pearl clutchers and homophobes. They don’t know how good that stick up their ass can make them feel if they’d only offer it a chance.”

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