Page 71 of Walking in Darkness

Even though it was dark, there was enough light around the pool area for Kit to see the sweet blush that covered Connie’s cheeks.

“You’re growling,” Hudson said.

“Yeah, he is.” And Kit was loving every second of it. It absolutely stroked his ego how they responded to him. Neither tried to hide how Kit affected them.

Connie ran his hands over his face, then picked up his wineglass and took a big gulp. He set it down and mock-glared at Kit. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Kit walked over, then bent down so he could nip Connie’s bottom lip. “Only in good ways.”

Connie returned the kiss as he adjusted his cock.

Standing, Kit slid his arm around Hudson’s waist and kissed him also. Hudson immediately took over, thrusting his tongue into Kit’s mouth. Someone was feeling frisky—yay—so Kit retaliated by sucking on it.

Hudson plastered one hand against Kit’s neck, holding him still. His arm was wrapped around his waist, holding him hostage. With his free hand, Kit reached down and massaged Hudson’s hardening cock.

A few seconds later, there was heat against his back as Connie pressed close to him. Hardness rubbed against his ass as Connie ground against him, and warm, moist air teased his ear as Connie rested his hands on Kit’s hips.

When the need for air became too much, Kit broke the kiss and leaned back. “Can we pause the action for just a little bit? Just a bit. I really am stiff.”

As much as he wanted to continue this, he also really wanted in that hot water.

“Me too,” Connie muttered.

Snickering, Kit rested his head against Hudson’s shoulder. He felt Hudson’s chest move as he laughed.

Kit relaxed in his arms. If only he could freeze this moment in time. He was in both of his mates’ arms, cuddled close. They held him as if he was their most precious treasure, and being dragons, that spoke volumes.

He was happy, content… and safe. In a short amount of time, these two men had become his home.

Hudson kissed Kit’s forehead and released him. Connie helped Kit into the hot tub, and once he was sitting down, Hudson joined them and handed Kit his wineglass.

With a huge sigh, Kit leaned his head back. The water was just hot enough; the jets hit just hard enough. Hudson was across from him, so close enough he could extend his leg and run his toe up Hudson’s leg.

Hudson grabbed his foot. Kit expected Hudson to tickle him or something, but what he did was much more diabolical—he massaged his arch.

Oh. Oh goodness, that was not fair at all. He was going to turn into a puddle of goo right there in the hot tub. He wasn’t ashamed to admit the sound he made was full of neediness, either.

Leaning his head back, he stared up into the nighttime sky. Out there in the middle of nowhere, they had an unobstructed view of the stars. That was one thing he’d missed about where he grew up, because he certainly didn’t have such a view from his apartment in San DeLain.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Hudson grabbed my foot and is massaging it,” Kit said with a moan.

“He is good with his hands.”

“I’ll say.” Kit lifted his head, picked up his wineglass, and took another swig.

“Give me your other foot, babe.”

Kit happily complied. “The stars are beautiful, aren’t they? You can’t really see them in the city. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed that, plus all the open space.”

“There are some nice trails around here if you like to hike or jog,” Connie said. “Would that be something you’re interested in?”

“Absolutely.” Kit glanced at Hudson. “What about you?”

“Connie is a lot more outdoorsy than me, but I wouldn’t mind the three of us going on a hike and maybe having a picnic. But jogging? Not my cup. Dragons don’t really need to exercise to stay in shape.”

Kit stuck his tongue out at Hudson. “So, what? You’re just born perfect?”

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