Page 140 of Cohesion

No one was in the kitchen either. Though there was a pile of clothes just left on the floor. What was that about? Was the downstairs shower running?

“Like real ones or…?”

“Yes, Will. I’m going to find a group of men willing to let me cut off their dicks just so I can say ‘fuck you’ to our brother.”

“Have you seen your fan pages? You’d get people sending them to you in the mail.” He shifted the phone to his other ear and headed down the hallway.

“Well, thank you so much for that imagery. I’m glad I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Welcome.”

That had definitely been the shower. Will froze as the noises registered. That was Peyton. And he was having a good time.

“Harry, I gotta go,” he said, moving closer to the sex noises. He opened the door to the bathroom a fraction to find Jericho and Peyton in the shower. They faced him, Jericho behind Peyton and pushing him into the glass, one arm wrapped around his upper half, securing him tightly. Peyton’s eyes were closed, his mouth open, and his fingers curled against the glass as Jericho fucked him.Holy shit.

“You okay?” Harry asked. “What’s that noise?”

“I’m fine. Something came up.” Literally. “I’ll text you later.” He hung up before Harry could respond. Too weird to have a boner while his brother’s voice was in his ear.

Jericho looked straight at him while he drove into Peyton. He’d probably been aware of Will from the moment he’d stepped into the house. He slowed his thrusts as their eyes locked. He pulled back, pausing there.

“No,” Peyton gasped. “Don’t—don’t stop.”

Jericho gave a hard thrust, and Peyton cried out so loudly it echoed off the tiles. Will was about to come in his pants. He palmed his dick to try and stave it off.

“Are you going to come in, William?” Jericho asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Peyton’s head jerked up, eyes wide. “Will.”

“I don’t want to interrupt,” Will said hesitantly. He was perfectly content to watch. He was okay leaving if they wanted privacy too.

“Could never happen,” Jericho said. “Undress for us.”

Will glanced at Peyton. He really hadn’t meant to interrupt. “I can just—”

“Take off your clothes, Will,” Peyton growled. “Now.”

Will swallowed hard. Being the focus of that gaze was always heady. Peyton had a gravitational pull impossible to ignore, dragging everyone around him into his orbit.

Will lifted his shirt up and over his head, discarding it on the pile of clothes already on the floor.

“Why do you have a bandage on your abdomen?” Jericho asked darkly, his eyes flattening.

Oh. Will had forgotten it was there. “Someone pushed me out of a window.”

They both froze, features hardening. Will went back over his words in his head. Oh. That had probably sounded bad without context. “We were on the ground floor, so I didn’t like…fall out ofa window. Anyway, I landed in the broken glass, and some of it got a lucky hit. It’s just a few scratches. I don’t think it needed a bandage, but Cain insisted, and I value my life, so I didn’t argue.”

Peyton’s laugh turned into a long, drawn-out moan when Jericho rocked into him. Will’s pulse jumped.

“I wouldn’t want to be on the business end of Cain’s temper,” Peyton said breathlessly.

“No,” Will agreed as he took off his shoes and socks and wriggled out of his pants. “Did I tell you Seb told him he has pretty eyes, to his face?”

“He does have pretty eyes,” Peyton said. He grunted at the next snap of Jericho’s hips, the slapping of flesh loud even over the shower spray.

“He haswhat?” Jericho asked.

Either Peyton couldn’t hear the more-than-obvious “danger” sign in Jericho’s voice, or he didn’t care, because he followed up with, “You can’t tell me you didn’t notice them? They’re very ‘come into my den of sin and have all your dreams come true.’”

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