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Give and take, right?

If he had to give up something today so he could take what he wanted in the future, it would be worth it. Or at least, he hoped so.

Was it a risk? Of course. It could very well end up with Dylan walking out of the playroom afterward and never wanting tohave sex with him again. Or would refuse to join him and Erin, their ultimate goal.

Or the ranch owner might simply try to sweep in and steal Erin away so he could keep her for himself, even though she already assured Ford that would never happen. She clearly stated that Dylan had to accept them both, or neither.

He trusted Erin. More than he did Dylan. But then, he’d known Erin for many years and had only known Dylan for less than one.

Since the kiss out in the pasture, he wondered why he was attracted to Dylan but not his identical twin. The only obvious differences between the two were their hair styles and, unlike Dylan, Dayne had no facial hair.

However, the biggest, and most important difference was their personality. Dayne lived life loud, boldly and sometimes didn’t have a filter. Dylan was on the more reserved side. Quiet, thoughtful and highly intelligent. Though, sometimes moody.

Despite both being scorching hot, Ford found himself more attracted to Dylan’s disposition. The two brothers were the perfect example of the saying, “Don’t judge a book by their cover.” Even a cover as nice as the Lyons twins.

Ford voluntarily got naked, not expecting any kind of intimacy or even kindness, but Dylan was surprising him. Maybe the testicle clamp and hanging his restrained limbs from the ceiling was a power move, but the fact the man was now brushing his lips back down his spine, after licking all the way to his neck, was more than unexpected.

That made Ford wonder if Dylan had to work at being dominant and it didn’t come naturally. Unlike it did with Ford.

It was why he and Erin had such a great sexual relationship. Despite her being independent, and certainly not a doormat in any way, she loved to be submissive in the bedroom.

Letting Ford take control turned her on the same way being dominant did to him. But outside the bedroom, he would never tell Erin how to live her life, what to say or what to wear. She could switch easily from being a kick-ass woman in the streets to being submissive in the sheets.

He loved the fact that she didn’tneedFord but wanted him. To him, that made all the difference. Plus, she’d never been the jealous or controlling type when it came to their easy relationship and Ford didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

Realistically, adding Dylan would change their dynamic. Whether it changed for the better or worse remained to be seen. It was a valid concern.

Despite the risk, if it worked out, it would be nice to have both Dylan and Erin in his life. He’d no longer have to drive over an hour away to meet up with some random dude when he wanted that particular itch scratched.

Add in the fact, when he met up with a stranger, he never knew what he was walking into or who was behind the messages. It could be someone who hated the LGBTQ+ community and used a fake profile as a trap to hurt or kill him.

He always went into those situations cautiously.

Dylan’s grunt as he straightened and rammed his cock home pulled Ford free of his distracting thoughts.

Plus, now at the angle he was in, Dylan was hitting that perfect spot. The one causing his cock to drip precum. It would be smeared all over the spanking bench by the time Dylan was done. Ford mentally apologized to the cleaning crew but he was damn sure that wouldn’t be the worst thing they dealt with when working on the resort as custodians.

The way Dylan’s cock dragged back and forth over his P-spot had his hips twitching uncontrollably all over again. He forced himself to stay still so the “humbler” wouldn’t stretch his balls and he wouldn’t see stars.

Ford was certain that if he wasn’t currently tied up and on his stomach, he’d be on his knees. And not because he was giving someone head. That kind of device could be brutal if used improperly.

Without question, he never wanted it used on him again, even if done properly. To him, it felt more like punishment than pleasure. And that’s why Dylan used it to put Ford “in his place.”

Whatever.Ford would deal with it for the short time needed.

A hitch in Dylan’s steady rhythm had him thinking the man was about to lose his shit. Ford wished he could say the same. While he was no longer gritting his teeth and could accommodate Dylan more easily, this still wasn’t his preferred way of having sex. Especially since he was quite sure he wouldn’t be getting off.

Chapter Sixteen

Ford closedhis eyes and listened to the man’s heavy panting, his soft grunts and occasional long, drawn-out, “Fucks.”

If Dylan wanted Ford to come, he could easily do so by simply continuing to stimulate his prostate with his cock. However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Dylan would rather edge him instead of giving him any kind of relief.

None of this was surprising since this whole scenario was more about putting Ford in a vulnerable position. Simply put, a power move.

Ford got it. If he really dug deep, he’d have to admit he did the same by fucking Erin earlier in the very same playroom with the blinds open. On purpose.

To force Dylan’s hand. To make him react.

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