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“Ledge,” he growls right next to my ear, and holy fuck, has my name always sounded so sexy? Or is it just because it’s on Griff’s lips, mixed with huffs and grunts and quiet moans as he rocks his hips in search of the perfect rhythm.

My cock glides against the smooth, slicked tile with every thrust as his cockhead tags my prostate, forcing even more precum out of me to flood the floor beneath me. I’m sure it’s all psychological, but itfeelsdifferent with nothing between us. It’s like I can feel each throbbing vein in his cock as they pulse against my rim, like he’s dribbling that endless stream of precum inside of me, getting me all wet and slippery so he can fuck me deeper and harder.

His fingers curl around mine and the slap of our bare skin fills the kitchen as we rut together wildly, lost to a symphony of horny, animal noises neither of us can hold back. He tags my prostate over and over until my eyes roll back and my wholebody starts to tremble. My balls tighten with every thrust, my cock getting stiffer and more sensitive, dragging against the floor.

Griff rumbles possessively in his chest and uses his knees to shove my legs apart a little wider. He roars with satisfaction and fucks me deeper, so deep I swear I can feel him rearranging my guts with every jarring thrust. I buck my hips and babble mindlessly as the hot coil of pressure builds and builds inside me. He slams deep one more time and I’m done for. I let out a strangled cry and my balls clench so tight it almost hurts, before pleasure explodes through me so intensely it makes my head spin. I gasp Griff’s name as my cock pulses, spilling hot rivers of cum onto the floor, smearing it onto my belly and my cock as he keeps fucking me right into it.

He presses his face into the back of my neck and clenches his fingers around mine, and then I feel his answering pleasure, his cock twitching hard inside of me, the heat of his cum spilling into my guts. More waves of pleasure crash over me and we writhe together like that, wringing out every drop of our orgasms until we’re both breathless and completely spent.

Griff collapses on top of me and I let out anoomph. He chuckles and kisses the back of my neck, gliding his lips down to my shoulders to pepper a few kisses there, then rolls off of me. He splays out on the floor next to me on his back, and I roll out of my own mess to swing a leg over him and rest my head on his chest.

“I can’t believe we used butter,” he mumbles.

Chapter 18

GRIFF

“Everybody ready?” Cole asks,fiddles with setting his phone up on a tripod while I huff and shake my head.

“I’ll join a union if you try to make me be the wheelbarrow,” I threaten blandly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Want to switch?” Ridge offers. “You can get on your hands and knees and twerk instead.”

I scowl and don’t even bother to dignify that with a response. Listen, getting laid regularly and having Ledger in my life has softened me up, but there’s no amount of sex or emotional fulfillment that’s going to get me to participate in whatever TikTok dance craze Cole has decided to subject us to this week.

“Come on, the videos where we all dance are the only ones that get anywhere near as many views as Ren’s bee guy videos do.”

I level him with a look. “I’d rather be swarmed by bees than dance.”

Stone’s eyes light up and I already know I’m going to hate whatever he’s about to say.

… And that’s how I end up standing in the middle of the gravel driveway of an unfinished house with my arms crossed and a deep frown on my face, glaring into the camera while all eight of my coworkers twerk and grind on me. We go through four takes before Cole is happy with it. I’ll never admit it out loud, but when he finally plays it back for us with the music added, it is kind of a funny contrast to see them flailing and gyrating in their hard hats and reflective vests while I bare my teeth and look generally put out. Ledger will get a kick out of it, and that’s enough to finally make my lips twitch with a smile.

“And that’s lunch,” Cole declares once he’s posted the video.

“Another morning of hard labor,” West deadpans, and Stone catches him in a headlock.

“Speak for yourself, I got nearly a full room of drywall up.”

“I guess that’s why you pay yourself the big bucks.” West elbows him playfully. “I’ll make the lunch run. What does everybody want?”

Ideas are thrown around and we settle on a soup and sandwich place. Miller pulls out a small pad of paper from his back pocket to take down everyone’s order, starting with Stone.

“Chicken soup and some bread rolls,” he says.

Miller smirks as he jots it down. “Extrabutterfor those bread rolls?” He waggles his eyebrows.

Stone groans. “I’m never going to live that down, am I? I don’t know why I even told you guys about that.”

The mention of butter has heat tingling in my gut at the memory of the other night in Ledger’s kitchen. I cock my head, already knowing I’ll regret what I’m about to ask, but too curious to stop myself.

“Live what down?”

Stone sighs. “Sometimes when two men love each other very much and they’re too horny to find lube…”

Oh no.

No. No. Stone isn’t getting at what I think he’s getting at, is he?

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