Page 71 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

“Not even a threesome where you shared a woman—or a man?”

“Not even that.”

“And you’ve been buddies for how long?”

“Ten years, give or take,” Roadkill told her.

Eve nodded. “So you’ve fought together, shared quarters. I’m going to guess you’ve both had a few women in your time.” She glanced at Hashtag. “And by the sound of it, you’ve had a few guys too.”

Roadkill jerked his head in Hashtag’s direction. “Wait—what? You’re bi?”

Eve blinked. “You didn’t know, did you?” She peered at Roadkill. “Haveyouever been with a guy?”

“Uh-uh.”

Hashtag gaped at him. “Then what was all that stuff you came out with downstairs? Was that just bravado? Because you sure sounded like you knew what you were talking about.”

Roadkill shrugged. “So I’ve looked at your ass. Hey, I like asses. But I’ve never stuck my dick in one.” He flushed. “Well, in a guy’s, at any rate.”

Eve snorted. “I shouldn’t think it’s all that different from a woman’s.” Then she smiled. “Okay, that settles it.” She shuffled back toward the headboard and leaned against the mound of pillows. “This first time is all about you boys.”

Roadkill blinked. “What?”

“And where doyoufit in that scenario?” Hashtag demanded. “Because after that trick with your hand on my cock, we all know you want this as much as we do.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about me. We’ll get around to that soon enough. And now I know Roadkill’s into anal?” She grinned. “Taking both of you at the same time went to the top of my bucket list.”

Oh dear Lord. Roadkill’s shaft was like steel.

“But not tonight,” Eve added with a smile. “This time is all about you two, connecting in a whole new way. And as for me? I get a front row seat.”

“You’re gonna sit there andwatch?” Roadkill couldn’t keep his incredulity out of his voice.

Eve gave him a sweet smile. “Think of me more as a… facilitator.” She pointed to Hashtag. “Now kiss him, and make it good enough to curl his toes.”

“Are you always this demanding?” Roadkill asked with a grin.

“Honey, you havenoidea. But judging from what I heard downstairs, you’d give me a run for my money.” She paused. “Now make him yours.”

Roadkill smiled. “Yes, ma’am.” He crooked his finger. “Come here.”

Hashtag stood in front of him, and Roadkill didn’t hesitate. He cupped Hashtag’s nape and pulled him in for a no-holds-barred kiss, going deep, loving the groans that escaped him.

“Oh Gods, he likes that,” Eve gasped. “More.”

Roadkill had no intention of stopping there. He kissed Hashtag roughly, his hands all over those wide shoulders, the broad back, the narrow waist, loving the feel of hard flesh beneath his fingertips. He slid his hands lower to squeeze that firm ass.

Roadkill leaned in. “You want me in there, don’t you?”

“Yes.” The word was almost a moan.

He arched his eyebrows. “Forgotten already?”

Hashtag blinked. “Yes… sir.”

Roadkill grinned. “That’s better.” He molded his body against Hashtag’s, feeling hardness that was easily the equal of his. He rocked against Hashtag’s erection, loving the soft noises that only added to the need pouring from him.

He took a step back, severing their connection. “Undress me. Everything comes off.”

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