Page 38 of Carnival Mayhem

“You still look a little unsatisfied,” Nash comments with a raise of his eyebrow, gesturing to my straining cock.

He’s not wrong. I’m not sure anything could fully satisfy this hunger inside me. Not now, with the floodgates of my desires suddenly thrown wide open.

I clear my throat, fumbling for words. “I, uh... think I’m gonna take a shower.”

Without waiting for a response, I push myself up from the couch, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure Nash can hear it. I need to get out of here and clear my head. Put some distance between us before I do something stupid. Or say something that can’t be unsaid.

I feel his eyes on me as I cross the room, my steps purpose-driven, almost rushed. We’re usually an open book to each other, but this... this is different. Complicated.

I step into the bathroom, closing the door with a quiet click. My hands ball into fists at my sides as I lean back against thedoor, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. I can feel the pulse pounding in my throat, my whole body thrumming with a confusing mix of desire and apprehension.

Part of me wants to turn around, march straight out of the bathroom, and take Nash in my arms. Explore the possibility of something deeper than friendship between us.

But another part of me is terrified of what this could mean, of what we might lose if we cross that line.

I curse under my breath, stepping into the shower and turning on the water. I crave the release it will bring, the chance to wash away the tension. But I know it won’t wash away the nervous fluttering in my chest.

The water cascades over my head, steaming hot, but it does little to erase the image of Nash licking his own cum from his hand.

The tension between us is like a flame that threatens to consume us. We’re teetering on the edge between passion and destruction. And I have no idea what the hell to do about it.

18

NASH

Colt’s been acting cagey ever since that night we jerked off to porn together. I thought it was obvious what my video selection meant, but he’s holding back.

It’s not like I didn’t know he had those desires. We’ve been best friends for years, closer than brothers. I know every inch of his body, every quirk and tic. But that night confirmed what I’d always suspected—he wants me. And, while I never really considered it before Flora came along, I want to explore that dynamic with him.

And now, as I lie in bed next to Flora, I can’t stop thinking about it. About him. About us.

Flora’s soft breathing fills the dim space, her naked body curled up against mine. She’s so gorgeous and innocent, yet she embodies a beautiful strength. Our three-way dynamic has become something special, something I never want to let go of. But there’s still a missing piece, a void only Colt can fill.

My mind wanders back to that night, the way he groaned when I put on that porn movie. Two men fucking as they shared a woman. It was hot as hell, and I could see the desire in his eyes. But afterward, he acted like he was ashamed.

I shift, careful not to wake Flora. It’s insane, but I want Colt. The idea of him taking me the way he does Flora drives me crazy.

Dammit, why can’t he just see? Why can’t he accept that we could have it all?

Reaching out, I run my fingers through Flora’s soft golden hair. She stirs but doesn’t wake, her face relaxed. I glance at the other side of the bed, where Colt lies, his broad chest rising and falling steadily. He’s so close, yet so far. My body aches with desire for them both.

Colt’s not sleeping, either. His intense blue eyes meet mine, and my heart skips a beat. No doubt he’ll be able to see the turmoil in my eyes.

“You okay?” His deep voice rumbles.

I want to tell him how I really feel, how I wish we could just?—

“Will you two stop messing about and just kiss already?” Flora’s sleepy voice interrupts, her words laced with amusement and frustration.

I freeze, suddenly aware of how close to the line we are.

Colt hesitates. I see the conflict in his eyes. Flora shifts between us, her warm body pressing against mine.

“I—” I start, but my voice trails off.

Colt sits up, the sheets falling away to reveal his naked chest covered in beautiful ink. I know every inch of his body, but he feels like a stranger now.

“Kiss him,” Flora murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. She reaches out, her hand resting on Colt’s cheek, then trailing down to his shoulder, caressing the spot that always aches after a performance. “Please.”

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