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Damon felt like a dragon who wanted to protect his hoard. “Hell, yes, we’re both your boyfriends now. How does that make you feel?” Damon wanted to know everything about Taylor.

“I never thought I’d get one boyfriend, let alone two.” Taylor’s face flushed crimson. “I mean, I thought of how nice it would be, in an abstract sort of way, if I had a boyfriend. Or two boyfriends. But it was mostly a pipe dream. I almost can’t believe it’s real.”

Damon couldn’t resist pressing a kiss against Taylor’s cheek.

Taylor wiggled in Damon’s lap and angled for another kiss. “We could be doing a lot more, but someone—” He paused and looked up at Nash. “—Insisted we talk first.”

If Nash was affected by Taylor’s words, he hid it well. “Yes, heaven forbid I make us use our brains before we use our dicks.”

“Well, I don’t know about you two, but my brain has had enough time in the spotlight.” Taylor leaned into Damon and pressed their lips together. “You two were so fucking hot. I thought I was going to come too early and embarrass myself.”

“I’d have considered it high praise.” Damon slid his hand up the back of Taylor’s shirt and splayed his fingers across skin that was impossibly soft. “Are you soft everywhere?”

Taylor ground himself into Damon, pressing their erections together. “Almost everywhere.”

CHAPTER 13

TAYLOR

Someday in the distant future, Colby and Jonah were going to kill him. And probably Damon and Nash too. But that was a problem for future Taylor. Present Taylor was too busy trying to convince Damon and Nash to take things a lot further than a blowjob. Okay, it was definitely the hottest thing Taylor had ever seen, and part of him thought he might be dreaming.

But Damon was real and solid and right fucking there, and Taylor wanted more. And Nash… God, that man could fucking kiss. Taylor was still weak in the knees just thinking about it.

“We don’t need to rush,” Taylor heard Nash say. Damon, much to Taylor’s dismay, pulled back.

“He’s right, you know. We have time.”

Taylor sighed and dropped his head onto Damon’s shoulder. “So mean. This is, like, epic fantasy material and I get to live it, and you’re telling me I have to wait.” Taylor knew he was pouting, but he also didn’t want to push them into anything they weren’t ready for.

“Good things come to those who wait.” Nash reached for Taylor and gently tugged him up onto the couch. “Damon needs to let the blood flow back to his feet.”

“All my blood is in my dick right now,” Damon lamented, shooting Nash a pretend glare. “Okay, so we’ve established that we’re in some sort of love triangle, and that despite how fucking horny we all are…” Damon paused to look at the obvious bulge in Nash’s pants, dragging Taylor’s attention there. “We are apparently taking things a tad slower than we were going to ten minutes ago. So, my question is, what now?”

“We cut our picnic short,” Taylor said, biting his lip. “There’s still a ton of food. We could hang out here for a while. It would be a shame to let all that work go to waste.”

Damon jumped up and brushed a quick kiss against Taylor’s mouth. “I’ll get the basket from the car and be right back.”

Damon left the apartment like his ass was on fire and Taylor sort of loved how eager he was to spend time with him.

“Damon told me you were going to the lake. It’s a bit cold for that, isn’t it?”

Taylor shrugged and curled into Nash’s side. “I mean, yeah, it was colder than fuck out there, but I’d always wanted to do that, you know. I know it’s not very macho or whatever to want to go on a picnic, but it was something I always liked the sound of.”

“Macho is overrated. I hope you know that.” Nash got up and shoved the coffee table out of the way. Taylor wondered what he was doing at first, then Nash grabbed the blanket that was on the sofa and spread it out on the floor. “It’s not as rustic as the lake, but it’s warmer.”

Nash turned on the television, but changed it to the fire log channel.

Taylor couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter that escaped. “That’s so cheesy. I love it.”

He slid to the floor and sat crisscross on the blanket. He leaned against the couch and got comfortable, almost hating to admit that this was better than the lake had been. Partly because the wind had chilled Taylor right through and partly because he got to be in the company of two attractive and attentive men.

Taylor took the quiet moment as an opportunity to check out more of Nash’s apartment. The walls were painted a pale yellow instead of the standard beige that came with most places. The vertical blinds that blocked the view off the balcony could definitely go, or at least be opened to let light in. Although light would matter a lot more if Nash had a few plants to look after.

“What’s that smile for?” Nash asked him.

“No reason. Just happy to be here.”

The door opened and Damon appeared a second later with the basket in tow. He didn’t miss a beat and dropped down on the floor across from Taylor, setting the basket between them.

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