Page 2 of Splintered Hearts

Running my hand through his curly black hair, I can’t help butsmile at how cute he is.

“Don’t feel bad. I’ve been calling you muscle hottie in my phone.”

“Muscle hottie?” Santi’s lips grow into a wide smile as he leans down to kiss me hard, and bracing my hands on his forearms, I lean into it. “I kind of like that.” Long fingers grip my jaw as he leans in for another soft kiss. “It’s Sam, though. But feel free to keep calling me muscle hottie.”

“Well, let’s go, muscle hottie.” Grabbing Stephen’s hand, I make my way up to my room, jerking back as he shakes his head.

“Right here.”

“What—”

“I want this pouty little mouth wrapped around my cock right now.” He runs his thumb down the center of my bottom lip and my dick jerks.

“My room is right up—” Saul silences me with a toe-curling kiss. My fingers tickle against the slight stubble of his jaw. I just want to feel that scratch between my thighs.

Grabbing me under my knees, he lifts me easily. This. This right here is worth the bullshit. My preferences are simple—I like big guys. Muscular. Strong. Strong enough to lift me, manhandle and dominate me, without breaking a sweat. I enjoy topping too, but this feeling is unmatched.

“Anything off limits?”

I try to think, but nothing comes to mind. “Don’t pee on me.” Santana jerks back. “Not that I’m judging! I’m just saying.”

Barking out a laugh, he sucks a kiss into my neck. “I promise not to pee on you.”

“Okay, good talk. Meeting adjourned.”

“I am going to fuck you, though.” I hiss at the sharp sting of teeth scraping along my throat. Maybe I should be more worried about love marks, but I cannot give one single shit right now. “Are you going to be a good little slut for me?”

Um . . .

Okay then.

My hackles rise. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. After tonight Sean will be a distant memory. “Y-yeah.” Swallowing down that churning feeling in my gut, I focus on now. “Give it to me.” I’m fully prepared to get fucked right here in the living-room doorway. I do not care. “Condoms and lube.”

“I got you.” He pulls out a tiny packet and I look for the other.

“Condom?”

“I’m clean, baby.”

“Not happening.” I don’t fuck one-night stands bare. Hooking up may be my favorite pastime, but I’m safe. Always. Frequent testing, condoms, and being smart. I even made Mark wear one when we first started hooking up during college. So if one of my dates gets pissed about having to wear one, well, no ass for them.

Steven sighs, and on any other day, when desperation wasn’t sending all the blood straight to my dick instead of my brain, I’d say fuck this and not him. Right now, all I want is release. Reaching into his pocket, Sid grabs a bigger foil packet and hands it to me.

“Thank yew!” Dropping to my knees and wiggling my fingers like it’s Christmas morning, I begin to unzip his pants.

Big. Small. Long. Thick. Curved. Circumcised. It does not matter. The possibilities are endless. Every box has a magical surprise inside.

Slowly unbuttoning Sutton’s jeans, I lean in to mouth along his boxers, and fuck, I can’t help but inhale. Masculine. Fresh and clean and so damn good. I feel precum leak from my slit and I cannot wait a second longer. When I pull his boxers down and let his dick spring free, it nearly hits me on the chin.

Oh . . . hell yes.

Mouth watering, I look up. Scottie’s dark eyes are locked on me. Taking his cock in hand, I roll the condom down his shaft.While I don’t like the taste of latex, I’m too horny to care. Wrapping my fingers around his girth, I give him a slow jerk, pulling a moan from his lips. “Put your mouth on it.”

His head smacks the wall as my lips wrap around his head, and his hands run through my hair as I go to work. Giving him a slow suck, I let each low rumble and grunt that leaves him fuel my desire even more.

Squeezing his fingers against the door and into my hair, he mutters something in Spanish, but I only catch some words here and there. My attention is fixed on his gorgeous cock. I almost wish the condom wasn’t between us so I could taste him. It’s heaven and heat. It’s—

“What the fuck is going on?!”

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