Page 166 of Tangled up in You

“It’s a deceitfully, decadent idea,” Julian murmured, tugging the waist of his sweats down, so Wyatt’s hard cock smacked his belly button, and his balls were exposed to the cool air. “You’re so fucking wet, handsome. Look at all this precum...” He ran his tongue through Wyatt’s slit and groaned.

“Fuck!” Wyatt fisted Julian’s head, spinning them around while shoving his cock further into Julian’s mouth. His eyes fluttered shut and the coil of arousal in his lower gut, had him floating. “Better make it fast.”

Julian moaned and the vibrations shot through his dick, causing him to suck air between his clenched teeth. He warred with himself with each bob of Julian’s head. He shouldn’t be receiving head from the guy who broke him, yet when he shoved deep, past the soft palate of his ex’s throat, a part of him wanted to punish Julian for hurting him.

“Goddamn, that’s good,” he muttered, closing his eyes as his head fell back on his shoulders. “Makes me want to blow my load.”

“Not yet,” Julian whimpered. “We’ve only just begun.”

“We don’t have time for games,” Wyatt snapped, keeping his voice low. “This is a onetime deal. I have a hard dick, and you have a willing hole for me to use. Ungh... Shit.”

Julian produced a condom. “Want me ass?”

A burst of pleasure and arousal so bright exploded behind his eyelids as he squeezed them shut. Holding Julian stationary, Wyatt fucked him short, deep strokes until he was coming hard. His gut clenched and relaxed while he throbbed in Julian’s throat. Fuck, he needed that. Why the offer of his ex’s ass triggered his release, he didn’t want to think about. Like he told Julian. It was a onetime thing. They had nothing between them. Julian saw to it the day he left Wyatt. This was his last goodbye.

“Go wash your mouth out,” Wyatt said, pulling out, then adjusting his dick and pants. “No one likes a bitch with cum breath.”

“You never complained before,” Julian said before standing slowly. “What am I supposed to do with this?” He rubbed his hard cock while a bead of precum formed on his shorts.

“Sounds like a you problem. Not a me problem.” Wyatt gave him his back as the coffeemaker signaled the coffee was ready. Already guilt ate away at him. No, he and Sasha weren’t dating exclusively, but not telling her what he wanted with other men seemed irresponsible and like he was cheating on her.

He didn’t turn around until Julian walked away, then peered at the bedroom door. Relief mixed with trepidation. Every bit of him told him to march himself into that bedroom and fuck Sasha until neither of them could move. Be damned who heard them. Then the possessive side roared to life. He’d never allow any bit of Julian to taint her, even if it was only his saliva. He also knew he had to tell her what had happened.

However, the thought of hurting Sasha made him sick to his stomach.

“Hey man,” Archer said, “coffee ready?”

Wyatt closed his eyes. His heart pounded in his ears. Had the hulking guy heard him and Julian? No, he couldn’t have. He hadn’t made a sound, except to tell Julian to hurry the fuck up. He glanced over his shoulder. “Yep. Just finished. I was going to make a cup for Sasha.”

“Good deal,” he said. “Look, yesterday was kind of wild. I don’t want you to think we’re trying to cock block you. From everything we’ve seen and heard, you’re good people.”

Each compliment landed like a sharp blow to the stomach. He hated himself more for giving in. The idea he could have been caught made the whole situation worse. “Look, I get it. You’retrying to impress me, to get back in good with Sasha. You don’t have to worry. I’m not that kind of guy.”

“So, you’re gay? Because I could have sworn you were bi,” Archer said. “We don’t care if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Was he that obvious? “Thanks, I guess. Look, Sasha and I, we’re just... We have a great chemistry together. What we are, I don’t think has a definition.”

“I get that.” Archer leaned against the counter facing Wyatt, arms and ankles crossed. “You comfort each other and protect one another. She needed someone like you after the shit Trent did to her. Still, we don’t want to steal her from you.”

He’d see about that. Wyatt’s track record wasn’t very good with partners, and this time, he only had himself to blame. “I appreciate you trying to ease my worry, but you don’t have to. I’m good.” He lifted the full mugs. “Now, I’m off to wake the princess with a promise of fresh brewed coffee.”

Archer chuckled. “If she’s anything like she used to be, Sasha hates mornings.”

She was. Only he didn’t say so out loud.

Archer got the door for him. When Wyatt stepped back into their room, Sasha continued to sleep peacefully. He placed the mugs on the dresser, then hurried to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back out, Sasha hadn’t wakened, so it was his turn to wake her as he’d planned to do before Julian and his crazy schemes waylaid him.

Wyatt placed her cup on the bedside table beside her, then brushed kisses all over her face until her eyes fluttered open and a smile tugged at her lips. “Morning...” The husky quality of her voice turned him on, like he hadn’t orgasmed minutes ago. “What time is it?”

He grinned, pushing her hair out of her face. “A little after eight. I got a message from Jenny. We don’t have to do anything today.”

“Mmm,” she groaned, stretching. “I owe you a little one-on-one time, don’t I?” The coy expression on her face had his dick thickening and balls aching for more.

“You mean yesterday?” He leaned in close, kissing her. “You really want to peg me?”

“I want to fuck you all day if I could,” she said, glancing at the door. “However, I’ll settle for a morning wake up call. Maybe a noon-er after lunch?” She wiggled her brow, tugging a chuckle out of him. "

“You’re insatiable.”

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