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His past sexual partners were easy to discard because he hadn’t cared about them. They hadn’t caused a craving that clawed inside his chest. Both of these men did that and more. One he barely knew, and the other he knew too well.

He couldn’t say anything that would make his protests sound any better. He hung his tie around his shoulders and swiped up his watch, clipping it around his wrist.

“So that’s it?” Dawson said flatly. “You know, this hot-and-cold routine is getting old.”

Riley turned to look at him. The move instantly became his third mistake. Dawson held Gideon close, fingers curved over his hip. The water slid over them, with their hair plastered to theirforeheads. Temptation wrapped up in two unbelievably sexy men.

He’dhadhis hands and mouth all over them, and it hadn’t been enough. What would be? He didn’t know.

It could die here. If he left now, that would be the end of it. Madness at an end. Back to his life as it had always been. Gideon wouldn’t push the issue, and Dawson wouldn’t come calling again.

“This won’t end here.” A promise and a warning. If he stayed, they were talking about more than one night.

“What are you waiting for?” Dawson taunted.

Gideon said nothing, waiting.

He couldn’t help himself as he got close enough to kiss Gideon, water spraying on his suit from proximity. Gideon’s wet hands clutched at his shirt as he instantly leaned into it, his tongue seeking Riley’s and flicking over it in short, sharp bursts.

Riley stepped back under the water, two pairs of hands reaching for him. Gideon’s wet hands clutched at his shirt, and Riley kissed him, madness overwhelming him. Gideon moaned, melting. Riley turned to Dawson next, pouring his frustration at himself into the harsh kiss. He’d always prided himself on being in control and never letting anyone turn the tables on him. He had no control with them, zero resistance or ability to turn away from them.

Mistake number four.

Chapter 6

Dawson had fucked up.Not even a little bit. A lot. Acolossalfuck up. Delicious, and his sore, tired body told him how much he’d enjoyed it. Still a fuckup. If he turned his head, he’d get one hell of a visual reminder.

He turned his head anyway. Gideon slept in the middle, on his stomach, half spooned against Riley, whose head lay in the crook of Gideon’s neck. A lot softer in sleep. Still incredibly sexy.

Fucking hell, he’d had sex with his best friend’s brother. And that brother’s detective. The number of rules being broken right now were enough for his head to spin like he’d had another night of drinking. Who needed alcohol when he made choices like this?

He carefully slid out from under the covers, found a drawer full of black briefs—Gideon had put his clothes in the wash; they had to still be in the machine since they’d all been too busy with each other—and tugged a pair on before tiptoeing out of the room.

He went to the bathroom first and splashed his face with water in a futile attempt to wake himself up properly. Riley’s shirt hung on the towel rack, drying from Riley’s jaunt into the shower fully clothed.Please be dry.Dawson shrugged it on, sighing in relief when he found it dry. It even fit. Too snug to button up but good enough. Better than any of Gideon’s shirts would have been; Riley had more muscle tone.

Dawson navigated the open-plan living and kitchen area, stepping over kid’s toys and dodging the numerous boxes stacked everywhere. He rolled the sleeves of the shirt to his elbows and braced himself on the kitchen counter.

What the fuck would he tell Sadie?Sorry, I accidentally fell on your brother’s dick with my mouth, and it was fucking fantastic, so I decided that sleeping with him and someone that works for him was the best idea I’ve ever had?The delivery needed a bit of work.

Maybe he could write it in a letter that would only be sent when he died. A fun “surprise” that could be sprung after his funeral, when she would be the most likely to forgive him? Even if she didn’t, he’d be dead. Foolproof.

He’d put it on the list under “possible plans.”

The bedroom door opened and closed, footsteps coming closer. Dawson tensed, not turning to look. He kept his head bowed.

A hand slid under Dawson’s shirt and across his back. A soft kiss landed on his shoulder. Had to be Gideon; Riley wasn’t that soft, and Dawson doubted that it had changed just because they’d had sex.

“Coffee?” Gideon asked.

“Please.”

He tracked the detective as he got out mugs—three of them—and shuffled around the small kitchenette. “Riley?”

“Still sleeping. I doubt he will be for much longer. Sugar?”

“Two, thanks.” Dawson leaned against the kitchen counter, tracking Gideon. “How long have you and Riley been…?”Screwingseemed too crass, but how else did he word it? They’d said they weren’t dating.

“Since last night.”

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