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“Or mine,” Night added.

“Then I’ll be happy to cling to you both as long as you’ll have me,” Sinn said. “But you’ll still need restraints if you ever try to stuff me in that sidecar!”

“Challenge accepted,” Saint and Night replied simultaneously, the laughter to follow something Saint knew he’d cherish for years to come.

Chapter 23

(Night)

Moving Day

One ten-foot truck, that’s all it took to move three grown men into their new home. They wouldn’t even have neededthatif it hadn’t been for Saint’s bedroom furniture, including the large black metal toybox that sat at the foot of his bed. Its diamond pattern glinted whenever light struck it. Saint had a wicked collection of clamps, cuffs, gags, floggers, and restraints collected inside, most of which Night hadn’t had the opportunity to experience yet.

Having their own place meant that would be changing soon and he couldn’t wait to experience every deliciously devious device. The thought of Sinn and Saint tormenting him until he was begging them to pin him down and fuck him stupid, made getting things inside a bit difficult and not just when it came to walking.

Twice now Sinn had pressed him against the bedroom wall only to have the fun interrupted when someone carried another item into the room. While Night had grumbled curses, Sinn had just laughed that deep, throaty laugh of his and gotten back to work putting things away.

Considering the way he’d shown up in town with just a backpack and sleeping bag tied to the sissy bar on the back of his bike, Night wasn’t worried about where to put his stuff. A drawer would do, which he’d easily see to later. Right now, his focus was on the clipboard with the blank sheets of paper Saint had given him, along with instructions to start a list of the things they’d need to make the place comfortable.

He'd had half a mind to askwhy me, or better still,the fuck would I know,only he realized as soon as he thought the words that Saint had assigned him that task because he’d given Sinn full reign over the garage and wanted them to be equal partners in the place. Saint’s domain, as Night had discovered when they’d been lounging around the evening before, was going to be their backyard.

Night had been sprawled on his side in the middle of the bed, head turned so he could watch the movie unfolding on the flat screen. Every now and again, Sinn’s fingers would skim up his bare back or trace patterns along his hip while Saint massaged his sore shoulder, grumbling every time Sinn flinched about him needing to learn to take breaks if only long enough to stretch it.

Night had never imagined that he could be a part of such a domestic scene.

“The fence has to come down. I fuckin’ hate chain link,” Saint explained. “Shit looks cheap as hell and offers no protection. It’s too easy to climb and those bottom prongs have gotten caught on dog collars and choked them when they tried to get free. Don’t get me started on how easy it is to stick a muzzle through one of the holes and open fire.”

“So are you thinking wood, or stone?” Sinn asked, letting out a pained groan when Saint hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“Stone. It’ll take a little longer to put up right, but Kong is a master Mason and it’ll fit the look of the house better,considering the stone front on it,” Saint explained. “It will have a charming appeal to it once the ivy starts flowing over the stone and it will require far less maintenance than wood. The last thing I want is for us to be out there every other summer replacing weathered boards or applying fresh coats of stain.”

“You could always sucker a few unsuspecting crew members to do it for you,” Sinn muttered.

“Do I look like Tom Sawyer to you?”

Now that was the moment when Sinn paused, humming in that way of his that was becoming a dead giveaway that a sarcastic remark was in the making.

“I mean, you could, but how the hell would I know?” Sinn replied, chuckling a little. “I don’t think you’re blond enough though. The way the light hits your hair is different from how it would be if your hair was a shimmering gold.”

“You just wait until the rest of the gray comes in,” Saint shot back. “Then folks are gonna be pegging you guys for my sons and me for an old letch when I tell ‘em you’re my partners and love me pinning you to the bed every night.”

“Every night, huh?” Night asked. “That a promise?”

“You’re damn right it is.”

“Even if we don’t roll in until well after midnight?” Sinn asked.

“We could shamble through the doors at three am and by three o three one of you will be riding my cock while I suck off the other one.”

That had been the declaration to end all conversation and catapult them into a wild rush of grasping fingers and clashing tongues. The press of fingers along the sides of his neck startled him. He’d been so lost in the memory that he hadn’t heard Saint come in, let alone step up behind him. As Saint’s fingertips dug into the muscle, caressing up and down the sides of his spine, Night felt his body grow loose as electric pulses of pleasureslithered through his mind. It wasn’t erotic pleasure; it was more like the kind meant to relax or even distract. Night melted against him, allowing Saint to support his weight as Night enjoyed the gentle, rhythmic motion.

“Looked like I’d lost you there for a moment.”

“S-sorry.”

“Nuthin’ to be sorry about, though I am curious to know what you were thinking about.”

“Last night,” Night blurted, feeling Saint’s fingertips press a little harder, even as his other arm snaked around him so he could run his hand up Night’s thigh, palm skimming over the front of his jeans just enough to tease.

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