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“If that’s what you calltalking, then count me in for a chat,” Sarg said. He shed his coat and several layers until he was shirtless. He was large and musclebound, his chest hair surprisingly ginger. “You guys weretalkingpretty hard when I walked up.”
“Oh.” Tyler blushed as he seemed to remember that he’d been grinding in Dean’s lap when Sarg appeared. “Oh, right.”
Sarg dropped his snowpants and pulled down a pair of blue long johns, revealing teeny, neon orange briefs. His dog wiggled over and begged for some pets, which Sarg gave him, not taking his eyes off Dean and Tyler.
It was a shocking and very shockingly hot sight. An Alaskan mountain man in sexy undies petting his huge dog. It could have been in a calendar, one Dean would have paid good money for.
Tyler’s jaw was on the bottom of the hot tub. Sarg let them stare, almost preening, a knowing smile on his face.
“Should I get in?” Sarg asked. “Or should we take it straight inside?”
ChapterSixteen
“I was gonna offerto take you snowshoeing up Salmonberry Hill, but this is less of a pain in the ass,” Sarg said, water lapping at his chest. “Snow’s getting mushy.”
Tyler felt disoriented and excited and awkward. It was like the first time he’d been on TV, answering lightning-fast trivia questions. He didn’t know what to do with his body or where to put his hands.
Dean responded to the snow comment, saying something mundane and normal to keep the conversation flowing. Tyler couldn’t figure out where he should look—at Iceworm or Dean or Sarg or the steaming water.
He had to admit he was tempted by the flirtatious hints brewing between the three of them, but Dean had hammered home that communication was key when complicated sex was afoot. Tyler didn’t want to step on Dean’s toes or hurt Dean’s feelings.
“Angel, come here.”
Tyler jumped at Dean’s voice, at the pet name. He splashed quickly to Dean’s side and relaxed as soon as Dean threw an arm over his shoulder.
“I was just teasing. I wasn’t expecting you two to jump my bones,” Sarg said. “Unless you want to.”
“You’re into men?” Tyler said, whichduh. He was obviously into men, but Tyler was having trouble making sense of the ricocheting thoughts in his head.
“I’m not picky. Not a lot of options out here, and I’ll take what I can get. Especially if the option is as pretty as you. And fucking couples is hot.”
Dean’s hand tightened on Tyler’s shoulder, a reminder that even the smallest hint of commitment freaked Dean out. Tyler needed to brand that on his prefrontal cortex. He needed to remember his own rules.
“We’re not a couple. We’re not… anything,” Tyler explained. “We’re only having fun.” He looked toward Dean to make sure he hadn’t stepped out of line.
Dean wouldn’t meet his eyes but said, “For all intents and purposes, though, I’mhiswhile that avalanche has us stuck here.”
That was confusing for Tyler because it wasn’t true, but maybe it was easier to navigate a potential threesome if Sarg saw them as a strong pair. Tyler was happy to bow to Dean’s superior experience.
“Noted,” Sarg said.
“So do you want to do this?” Dean asked Tyler.
Tyler felt like he was peering through a keyhole at a big, important decision. He could open the door, try something fun in a safe environment. Or he could keep it closed and wonder forever what he’d missed.
Tyler turned on the bench of the hot tub until he was facing Dean, putting his back toward Sarg. Dean touched his jaw with fingertips that were raisined from too much time in the water.
“I trust you,” Tyler whispered. “Doyouwant this?”
Dean’s smile was downright dirty, and Tyler’s whole body tingled. “Yeah. I can make this so good for you.”
Tyler nodded and opened the door to possibility, which was how, within five minutes, after cursory safety and boundary discussions, he found himself sprawled, his back to Dean’s front, in the chaise lounge in his room, with Sarg’s lips around his dick.
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Dean was excitedto see Tyler absolutely losing it as Sarg expertly sucked him off. He wanted Tyler to feel valued and treasured and sexy. It was hot seeing Sarg enjoy Tyler’s body.
But Dean felt vulnerable too. He’d staked his claim. He’d made it plain as day that he wasTyler’s. That he saw what they were doing as more than “having fun.” And Tyler had done nothing besides blink at him.
