Page 25 of Third Wheel

If only they’d been able to find a way to keep her here… but hopefully, Pittsburgh wouldn’t be a permanent move for her. Once she was away, her ex would hopefully lose interest entirely and move on with his life, then maybe she could come back home. That or maybe he’d do something stupid enough that theycould actually get him locked away, but Kincaid only hoped for that under circumstances in which no one else got hurt.

Too many times, someone had to get hurt before there was anything that could really be done.

“You can keep me company since my boyfriend is abandoning me,” Zach joked, winking at Kincaid to let him know he wasn’t actually upset. Even knowing that, an odd feeling stirred in Kincaid’s chest. It felt like… jealousy.

Not that he thought Zach would ever cheat on him, but it did kind of suck knowing that he was being replaced for a night, even platonically. However, he was the one canceling plans, so it wasn’t like he had room to protest.

And Zach and Amy were close. Maybe Zach would be able to get further down to the root of what was going on with her without Kincaid there. Did it chafe a little, knowing his absence might help more than his presence did? Sure, but since he was going to be gone, anyway…

Thankfully, it was only for one night.

What could happen in one night?

10

Zach

After doing the dishes—which he wouldn’t let Amy help him with, causing her to pout before sighing and heading off to her room to read before bed—Zach went in search of his boyfriend. No one was in the main living room, so he didn’t have to look far. Amy wasn’t the only one who had decided to read in bed, though obviously, Kincaid was in his and Zach’s bed, not Amy’s.

“Hey, there,” Kincaid said as Zach entered the room, immediately stopping what he was doing and picking up the bookmark he’d laid on his chest. He was stretched out on the bed, feet bare, wearing his favorite sweatpants and nothing else. Dark hair sprinkled his chest and down his abs, making a happy little trail down to the waistband of his pants.

“Hey.” Zach sauntered over to the bed and crawled onto it, crossing from his side to invade Kincaid’s while his boyfriend watched him coming with a slightly amused gaze. He placed the book on the nightstand beside him. “Whatcha doing?”

“Right now?” Kincaid asked, reaching up to slide his hand around the back of Zach’s neck and pulling him down. “Kissing my boyfriend.”

Heat bloomed in Zach’s body as his lips met Kincaid’s, the strong fingers around the back of his neck holding him in place where Kincaid wanted him. While Zach might be a sadist and a top, something about Kincaid had always drawn him in from the very beginning. He’d fought it for a while, both the attraction and the submissiveness that Kincaid instilled in him…

But it had felt so damn good when he finally gave up the fight.

Kincaid moved, rolling both of them so Zach was on his back, with Kincaid kneeling between his legs. Zach’s cock swelled, pressing against the tight front of his pants as Kincaid planted his hands on either side of Zach’s head and lowered his mouth to kiss him again.

Their bodies pressed together, Kincaid’s cock rubbing alongside Zach’s. He moaned against his boyfriend’s lips as the pleasure, the need, surged. Zach reached up to run his hands across Kincaid’s hard body, his muscular chest and shoulders, moving them to his boyfriend’s back as more of Kincaid’s weight came down on him. Kincaid rocked against him, making both of them groan as Kincaid broke off the kiss and moved his lips along Zach’s stubbled jaw.

“How do you want it tonight?” Kincaid murmured, making his way toward Zach’s ear. His breath was hot along Zach’s skin, and when he caught Zach’s earlobe in his teeth, Zach moaned at the pleasurable sting.

He shuddered. It had been too long since they’d had sex, and they were missing out on tomorrow night. He wanted to feel it. He wanted it rough and hot and filthy.

“Hard. Fast. I want to feel used.”

He could practically feel Kincaid’s grin, even though he couldn’t see the other man’s expression. Kincaid raked his teeth over Zach’s earlobe again, making him cry out. His hipsthrust upward, and he shuddered again, clinging to Kincaid’s shoulders.

He knew Kincaid understood what he was asking for.

The buttons on his shirt flew across the room as Kincaid ripped the sides of his shirt open, and Zach scowled.

“Dammit, do you know how much that shirt cost?”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Kincaid was slightly more careful with his pants, probably because they were harder to rip than his shirt had been. His hand wrapped around Zach’s cock, stifling any further protest he might have made as hot pleasure lanced through him. Kincaid moved his hand up and down, a rough, callused handjob that was pleasurably painful. “A better one. Now be a good little fuckboy while I suck this gorgeous cock.”

Oh, good, Kincaid was going for total domination with a dash of humiliation.

Just the way Zach wanted it right now.

So, like a good little fuckboy, he kept his mouth shut other than a low groan as Kincaid’s hot mouth enveloped his cock, Kincaid’s free hand tugging at his balls.

Amy

Oh, fuck… that wasn’t what she thought it was, was it?

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