Page 142 of Their Wicked Ways

I opened my mouth to answer, but Ez took it in a deep kiss that stole my breath and made my brain go quiet.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured against my lips. “Now be a good boy and make yourself presentable before our guests arrive.” He gave me another mind-melting kiss, then stepped back.

I wobbled on my feet and blinked to clear my head.

Ez’s smile went from wicked to affectionate, and this time, when he leaned in, his kiss was sweet. “Love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too.” I pressed another kiss against his lips and flicked my gaze to Wes. “C’mere.”

With a soft smile, he stepped up to my side. His kiss was just as sweet as Ez’s. “Love you,” I said on a sigh.

“Love you too.” He ran his hand down my back and gave my ass a quick squeeze. “Tonight, this is ours.”

I groaned as my dick went half-hard.

Even after all these years together, Ez and Wes could still reduce me to a puddle with a single look or a whispered word. It didn’t matter how many times we kissed or touched, how many times they said they loved me. Every time felt as amazing as the first.

Wes turned to Ez and gave him a blistering kiss that made my dick ache with need. I was just reaching for them when the doorbell rang.

“Of course,” I muttered, dropping my arms. “Whose brilliant idea was it to have a housewarming party?”

“Yours,” Ez reminded me.

“And whose idea was it to listen to me?” I arched one eyebrow at him. “Pretty sure this is a you problem.”

“Brat.” He lightly smacked my ass as Wes slipped out of the bedroom to presumably answer the door.

“You love it.”

“I do.” His eyes went soft. “So much.”

My chest squeezed. “Me too. So much.”

He pecked a kiss against my lips, all traces of his sexy persona gone. “We should get downstairs before Nick or River come looking for us. We don’t need a repeat of the last time they came over.”

I grimaced at the memories of Nick, with River hot on his heels, catching us as we’d been going at it in the hallway near the front door. Luckily we’d been expecting them, so we’d only been kissing and groping each other, but poor Nick had screeched out an apology and run out of the house like his shoes were on fire. “That’ll teach us to leave our door unlocked.”

“And remind us to not get our freak on out in the open when we’re expecting guests at any moment.” He took my hand and tugged me toward the door. “How’s your dick doing?”

“It would be doing a lot better if it was in your mouth,” I grumbled, letting him lead me to the stairs. Muffled voices floated around us. It sounded like Noah, Hayden, and the twins were here.

“Be a good boy and you’ll get your wish.”

I shot him a mock glare, which made him laugh.

“Come on, let’s go be good hosts.” He lifted my hand and brushed a kiss against my knuckles.

I shivered and followed him down the stairs, trying to make my dick deflate so I didn’t greet our friends with a giant boner.

“Happy housewarming!” Nick, River, and Noah shouted when we were on the bottom step.

Pop!

“Eeek!” Nick shrieked as large pieces of confetti rained down on us.

“Was that a confetti gun?” Wes asked with a chuckle, brushing a few stray bits of the colorful pieces from his hair.

“Close.” Nick held up what looked like a spent Roman Candle. “It’s a confetti bomb.”

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