Page 9 of Spring Breakup
Tyler unbuttoned his pants and pulled himself out. It didn’t take but a handful of strokes to get to the edge. He bit his wrist as he crashed into his orgasm.
It felt good but wasn’t satisfying.
Story of his sex life.
He got himself back under control quickly. He prided himself on that.
It sounded less frantic on the balcony, just hushed voices having a conversation.
He couldn’t hang out in the forest all night. He chanced another glance at the cabin. They were standing, but Dean had his back against the railing. Leo was looking out toward the lake, and Rosie was facing Dean, pressed close to him.Cozy. At least the funny business was over.
Tyler crept out of the trees and made for the center of the driveway. He didn’t want to sneak up on them.
Leo spotted him first and gave him a lazy wave. “Hey, man. Where you been?”
“I was watching the aurora borealis with Brooks and her brother. I texted and called Rosie,” Tyler said.
Dean seemed to stiffen, but that might have been Tyler’s imagination. He didn’t turn around or acknowledge Tyler, which jabbed at Tyler’s insecurities.
Rosie whispered something in Dean’s ear before smiling down at Tyler. “I haven’t checked my phone in a few hours. I’m sorry. I would have loved to have seen that!”
Tyler doubted that. She had been having her own fun. Though he would take the northern lights over most orgasms any day. He nodded and smiled up at her.
“I like you in glasses,” Leo said, and Tyler’s whole body flushed at the compliment. He hadn’t put his contacts in when he’d started his fruitless Dean search. Obviously, Dean had been with Leo and Rosie the whole time. “Why don’t you come up and have a nightcap with us?”
Was that a euphemism? Surely not. They seemed… well…done.
Dean still hadn’t turned around. It felt deliberate, but Tyler didn’t have the energy to analyze everything. Not tonight. Not after his own hurried orgasm was making him slow and groggy.
“That’s okay. I’m tired. Maybe tomorrow night.”
Leo and Rosie said their goodnights.
Dean did not.
Tyler made his way inside the cabin, ignored the stairs to the second story, and went to bed.
ChapterFive
“You’re so mean, Dean,”Rosie said in his ear. “You didn’t even tell Tyler sweet dreams.”
Leo laughed. “You’re the mean one, Rosie. Holy shit.”
Dean squeezed his eyes shut as Rosie took over and moved the Fleshstroker down his cock. He’d heard the door shut behind Tyler as he’d reentered the house. When Tyler had appeared below them after having evidently been out and about at the lake in the middle of the night, Rosie had leaned in and told Dean to “Keep going.”
Dean didn’t always enjoy being bossed around in bed, but being controlled by Rosie was a treat he indulged in occasionally. Slipping the masturbation sleeve over himself minutely while Rosie and Leo had talked to Tyler had been its own special and horrible torture.
“Could he tell?” Dean asked.
“That you were jerking off?” Rosie asked.
“Yeah.” He didn’t know what he wanted the answer to be. He was keyed up. He had Leo’s and Rosie’s tastes on his lips and Tyler’s clipped, smarty-pants voice in his ears.
“I doubt it,” Rosie said. “He didn’t seem scandalized.”
Leo pressed into Dean’s other side and licked his earlobe. Dean had missed nights like this with Leo and Rosie. Nights where they fucked and drank and painted. “Too bad,” Leo whispered. “Tyler needs a little scandalizing.”
“God, please stop talking about Tyler,” Dean gritted out.
