Page 23 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

“How did you…?” Vic frowned. “You’re worrying me.”

Saul’s head appeared in the frame. “We didn’t pull any punches. We thought long and hard about what to include, and Hashtag came up with a few more suggestions.”

“There’s too much riding on this to pussyfoot around.” Crank’s brow furrowed.

“We think this’ll have the desired impact.” Saul’s kind smile was a welcome easing of the tension creeping through Vic. “Call us when you’ve eaten. And enjoy the pizza.” He hung up.

The messenger bag on the desk seemed to call to Vic, and he set up the laptop. The temptation to boot it up was enormous.

What on earth have you put together, guys?

The knock at the door startled him. He dove off the bed and grabbed the bills he’d left on the nightstand. After tipping the server, he reinstalled himself, pillows stuffed behind his back as he ate and watched the news, trying not to peek at the laptop.

Fat chance.

Vic ate half the pizza, and that was about all he could manage. He grabbed the laptop, fired it up, stuck the drive into the slot, clicked on the single file on it, and sat back.

Ten minutes later, tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision as he reached for his phone.

Saul appeared, Crank joining him a moment later. Saul’s eyes were warm.

“You’ve watched it, haven’t you?”

Vic rolled his eyes. “You think I’d cry ugly tears over a disappointing pizza?” He swiped his fingers over his damp cheeks.

“It should have the desired effect,” Saul remarked.

“You were right,” Vic told him. “If that doesn’t convince them, nothing will.” He shook his head. “You pulled this off in less than a day? I’m impressed.”

“Hashtag deserves all the praise. I’d never tell him—his head is big enough—but I have to admit, he’s a fucking genius.” Crank stared at him. “You seem tired. When is your meeting tomorrow?”

“Ten.”

“Do you want to sleep? Because I can always come up with an alternative.” Saul’s eyes sparkled.

Vic laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, you’re wearing too many clothes for whatIhave planned.”

Vic shucked off his clothing in a heartbeat, his cock already rising at the sight of his mates, who undressed each other onthe screen. He set the laptop on the mattress between his legs, settling back against the mountain of pillows, legs spread.

Crank knelt on the bed, knees wide, facing the camera, his hand on his shaft, leisurely working it. “Our boy is hard for us.”

“Always,” Vic told him, tugging on his dick.

Saul kissed Crank, a hard kiss that spoke of need. “How do you want me?”

Crank blinked. “That depends. Are we—”

“We are,” Saul confirmed.

Crank lurched toward the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. “Then we’re gonna need this.”

Vic’s heartbeat quickened. “Make it a good show, guys.”

“No internal messages tonight. We want you to hear everything. Right?”

Saul nodded. “We want you to feel included in this.”

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