Page 39 of Possession

Or while his dick is inside me

cJ

Ollie!

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He watched Vinnie and Mason exchange a glance, still trying to get a read on their relationship with each other. Mason grinned triumphantly before turning to face Tomas, but Vinnie didn’t look nearly as excited at the idea. He sank back into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He was wearing the same clothes he had been when Tomas found him on the side of the road, minus his hat, and was still sexy as hell. His tight curls were cut into a short Afro with a low fade on the sides, a hint of facial hair emphasizing his sharp jawline.

“I agree,” Mason said cheerfully, “the three of usshouldhave a conversation.”

Tomas narrowed his eyes. “You’re already on thin ice after your little stunt, so I’d be very careful how you proceed.”

Shit, the honest-to-god pout he got in response nearly made him chuckle. He glanced at Vinnie, expecting to see him look a little smug or maybe rolling his eyes at Mason’s antics, but he looked exactly the same. He was shutting down. He might have still been in the room with them, but Vinnie was closing off, unwilling to hear what Tomas had to say or even contemplatethe idea of what the attraction between the three of them could mean.

“Vinnie, look at me.” He waited until he held those stubborn eyes. “I don’t know exactly what happened between the two of you, but can you at least admit to me, in the privacy of this room, that you weren’t unaffected by what happened on the side of the road earlier?”

He caught a bit of surprise in Vinnie’s expression, like he couldn’t believe Tomas would just say it so plainly, but he was too old to play games. Seeing the two of them together in front of him gave him a surge of energy he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He may have thought it was time to give up on trying to find a few partners to settle down with, that he’d never be able to find the right combination of people to fulfill his wants and needs and occupy the empty space in his heart, but Mason’s sweetness, combined with Vinnie’s sass, had his attention. Had him eager to see what their dynamic could be.

Though Vinnie had every right not to feel the same way. Tomas had no idea about his history or if they’d ever dated a third like that. He’d been very careful not to press Mason to talk about why he was back in Michigan when his boyfriend—or maybe just best friend; he’d a hard time getting a read on that—was still on the other side of the country.

The fight that they’d had didn’t seem like it would be enough to drive him to return home without Vinnie, so he needed to learn more. He needed to figure out how they fit with each other before he could figure out if they’d fit with him.

Vinnie licked his lips and looked at Mason out of the corner of his eye before refocusing on Tomas. “It doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean?” Tomas said, holding up a hand to forestall Mason when he started to speak. How could it not matter? Between what he already had with Mason?

“Because.”

“Because why?” he said, his tone firm.

“You met Mason first,” he said like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Okay,” Tomas said slowly, drumming his fingers on his desktop. “Explain that to me like I’m a toddler. Explain to me why it matters which of you I met first.”

Vinnie huffed, visibly annoyed, and pushed to his feet. “How exactly do you see this going?” he said instead. “Do you want to date both of us until you figure out which one you like better? Trust me, if you felt a connection to Mason, whatever chemistry we may or may not have had was just a product of circumstances.”

Tomas began to realize what the situation was, why Vinnie was so reluctant to hear what he had to say. “I wouldn’t do that to the two of you,” he said, running his eyes over Vinnie and then glancing at Mason, who didn’t look quite as cheerful as before, his fingers twisting in the bottom of his V-neck shirt as he looked worriedly between Vinnie and Tomas. “I’d never try and come between the two of you like that.”

Vinnie threw up his hands. “Then what’s the point of this little exercise? You met Mason first. Mason’s a lot of things, but one thing he’s not is like me.”

Tomas cocked his head, deciding to hold off on clarifying things for another moment. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re both submissives, correct? Looking for a dominant?”

Vinnie rolled his eyes in such an exaggerated fashion Tomas thought he was going to fall over for a second. “Obviously. But where he is sweetness and obedience…” He paused, glancing away. When he looked back at Tomas, he held his gaze and said in a hard voice, “I’m all sharp angles and stubbornness. We are not the same types of submissives. We do not want the same kinds of things. We won’t be interchangeable.”

“Good,” Tomas said clearly, rising to his feet and moving around his desk.

Vinnie started moving backward, trying to keep space between them, but Tomas kept going. He was vaguely aware of Mason standing and hovering near them as he edged Vinnie all the way back until his shoulder blades bumped into his closed door.

“I don’t want two submissives who are interchangeable.”

“What do you want, then?” Vinnie asked, raising his chin, but he couldn’t quite disguise the wobble in his voice, the yearning in his eyes.

As much as he wanted to pretend like the connection Tomas felt was one-sided, they both knew it wasn’t true. Vinnie had felt the same thing, that instantaneous chemistry. A part of him, deep down inside, knew that the thing he craved, that firm hand to help guide him, was something Tomas could give him.

“Both of you,” Tomas said, his voice low. “At least, I think so. I haven’t had a chance to get to know you, and I’ve been keeping my distance from Mason since I wasn’t sure what was happening between the two of you. But it’s very clear to me there’s been a misunderstanding.”

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