Page 105 of More than Need

Gideon’s entire body trembled, and Riley took that as a resounding yes. “Turn around.”

Gideon flipped over, somehow managing to keep Dawson deep inside himself as he presented his ass to Riley. He leaned forward enough to get his mouth on Dawson’s, and Riley got momentarily distracted, watching them lose themselves in eachother. It was the sexiest image he’d ever had the pleasure of looking at.

He slid two fingers around Dawson’s cock, reaching deep into Gideon’s tight ass. His two men moaned simultaneously. Fucking hell, he needed to hear more of that.

He should take his time. Stretch Gideon more. Make them beg for him. Edge them until they cursed his name. He couldn’t wait that long. He lined himself up and pushed, easing in next to Dawson. The incredible pressure almost had him coming prematurely.

“Oh,fuck,” Gideon breathed. “Yes. Yes. More.Fuckfuckfuckfuck.”

Riley couldn’t resist that kind of invitation. He gripped Gideon’s shoulder and forced himself the rest of the way in. Dawson groaned and lifted his knees, giving himself leverage to fuck up into Gideon and Riley more room to move as well. Then they were both fucking hard into Gideon’s pulsing hole, not giving him a moment of reprieve.

Gideon buried his head in Dawson’s shoulder, whimpering and babbling and begging them to stop, to never stop, to fuck him harder. All music to Riley’s ears and guiding him closer to orgasm with no help of holding it back.

A bead of sweat ran down Riley’s back as he fucked harder, reaching for it. Dawson’s dick throbbed next to his, his own thrusts erratic now. Riley knew the look on Dawson’s face, knew it intimately. Had learned every emotion, every twist. It wouldn’t take much now to push Dawson over the edge.

“Touch yourself, Gideon,” Riley ground out. “Come with us.” He reached around and did it himself before Gideon had a chance. He pulled Gideon’s body back, getting even deeper.

Dawson came first, pulsing against Riley’s cock. Gideon spilled over his hand and Dawson’s chest next. Riley followed them, groaning loudly as he fucked so hard his own bones felt like theywere being shifted. He kept going until the tremors eased and then thrust a few more times before he stilled.

Gideon collapsed against Dawson, breathing heavily, their sweaty skin sliding against each other. Riley carefully eased himself out of Gideon, and Dawson slipped out at the same time. Gideon relaxed against him, curling half over and beside him.

Riley took off both their condoms, tying them and putting them in the rubbish before returning. They were both filthy and in need of a shower. Riley had always insisted his bed partners showered immediately after they finished. He didn’t want any of them left on each other. A mark of possessiveness he had no desire for.

Riley didn’t want that now. He wanted Gideon and Dawson to stay like this, covered in all of them, wrapped around each other and sharing fluid and space. Even better if they hadn’t used condoms. He would talk to them about it later because he wanted to see them covered in each other’s cum. They were perfect. Riley had no intention of ever kicking them out of his bed or his life.

He slid onto the bed on the other side of Dawson, bracketing him in. He kissed his temple. “We’re here for you, Dawson. Whatever you need.” If that meant not being here, then Riley would give him what he needed even if it hurt.

“I’m sorry about not replying to your messages,” Dawson said, turning his head to the side to face Riley, so close their breath mingled. “I’m… not very good at relationships and making the right decisions.”

“Where were you?” Riley couldn’t care less about the messages. There would be times that Riley would get busy and not respond. He did it to his family a lot—his brothers amused themselves in their group chat, and eventually their mother would send one of them to check that he still lived. He only wanted to make sure that Dawson had been somewhere safe.“Don’t tell me you slept in your car.” Uncomfortable at best, unsafe at worst. Riley would have given him the keys to his apartment and gone to sleep at one of his brothers’ before he let Dawson sleep the night in his car.

“Weirdly enough, I actually have friendsandfamily here in Sydney. More than just Sadie.”

“Where did you stay?”Who did you stay with?

“I crashed with a friend. They said I can stay as long as I want. I don’t want to go to my parents and make them worry. Or drag them into this mess. Sadie doesn’t deserve to be painted as the bad guy, when she’s the furthest thing from it.” He twisted back to stare at the ceiling, looking younger than his twenty-seven years. Lost.

“You can’t avoid Sadie forever,” Gideon said gently. “I don’t think that’s how either of you want your friendship to end.”

“She’s not answering her phone. She’s not there when I go by the house. I won’t drag our friends or family into it, and honestly, even if Icouldget her to stop and listen to me for two seconds, I don’t know what to say to her.”

Riley tried to separate the person Dawson spoke of and the woman who wanted to call him brother,and he couldn’t. Impossible to ignore that they were one and the same. To ignore her importance to Dawson. Or that Dawson had become someone important to him. If he wanted one, he would have to accept the other.

How could he do that? He didn’t consider her family. He had a family.

Riley didn’t know his next step or how to figure it out, and that sat uncomfortably in his gut. He’d never been this unsure about what path to take.

He only knew that he had to make it better, had to give Dawson back what he’d lost. He wanted to make Dawson happy, whatever it took.

Even if that meant facing a past that he’d put behind him a long time ago.

Chapter 19

Dawson stretched languidly inRiley’s bed, smiling at the sounds of someone puttering around in the kitchen space. The smell of fresh coffee wafted under the blankets where he’d cocooned himself, luring him out into the open.

He popped his head out from under the covers and then froze, eyes widening. A woman he’d never seen before stood in Riley’s kitchen, buttering toast. Two men were with her, one seated at the table and the other leaning against the counter. Neither of them looked surprised to see him, but the woman turned around and gasped, the butter knife in her hand clattering to the floor.

Dawson swallowed down his fright and pulled the blankets up to cover himself. Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Who were these people? Had he woken up in the wrong apartment? No, his bag sat beside the bed where he’d left it. “Hello,” he said quietly.

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