Page 5 of Bound in Blood
Logan attempted to stifle a laugh, the sound coming off more like a cough. “You mean you want me to come home from work as a bartender and invite you up to my apartment to—let me check my notes here—make you a drink?”
“No,bello,the drink is an excuse. Obviously.” He stepped closer, letting Logan feel the warmth of him, his golden eyes seemingly compelling Logan to agree to whatever he asked.
Logan glanced over at Marco then, because while he’d never viewed himself as particularly greedy before, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wanted either both of them or neither of them.Was that weird?
Marco caught his gaze, studying Logan in an intense, unreadable way.
“Mateo and I have never had trouble sharing our toys,” Marco offered, his voice lower than before.Rougher.
Logan’s breath hitched.
Mateo’s grin widened as the air shifted around them. He stepped forward, into Logan’s space, his fingers brushing Logan’s lower back, searing him through the three layers of clothing that separated their skin. “So?” he murmured, directly into Logan’s ear, his breath sending a shiver down Logan’s spine.
“I-I’ve never…” Logan stammered as the reality of the situation began to set in. He wanted this,Goddid he want it, but back home he could barely handle one man.Never even consideredtwobefore tonight. Briefly, he wondered how it would even work, but all his mind would supply washot, hot, hot.
“Shh…” Mateo put a finger to his lips, “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. If you want to, but you aren’t ready, that’s okay. But if you’re just nervous, don’t be. We’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, Marco?”
Marco assessed the situation, eyes dark with something Logan couldn’t put a name to. He gave a slow nod, gaze never leaving Logan’s. “Of course.”
Logan exhaled, fingers tightening on Mateo’s borrowed coat. The heat curling low in his stomach had shifted from attraction to anticipation.
He could say no, of course. Could laugh it off, take a rain check, tell them he wasn’tthat kindof guy. But Logan had spent his entire life in a tiny town with tiny boxes to fit into. He’d moved to this city to become someone new, hadn’t he?
Fuck it.
He swallowed, hands shaking only slightly as he reached into his pocket for his keys. He pressed the little grey fob-thing up to the sensor next to the front door of his building, tilting his head toward the door. “You know, a gentleman usually gets the door for his date.”
Mateo chuckled, clearly delighted, as he reached past Logan to open the door. “Tesoro,you havetwogentlemen tonight.”
Logan gave his best attempt at an eye roll, stepping past Mateo and into the warm lobby. He moved toward the elevator, twins never more than two steps behind him. Logan pressed the up button, hands still shaking as they waited for the elevator.
He noticed, after he had agreed to… whatever they had planned for him, that both of them had stepped just a little more into his space. Anyone who stumbled upon the three of them in that lobby would no doubt know their intentions, whether it be from the twins’ nearness or Logan’s inability to will the blush away from his face.
The elevator door slid open, and Logan entered, hitting his floor number and leaning against the wall. His head swam, and his vision narrowed only towant, want, want.
As the three of them began to ascend, Mateo swiftly pressed Logan tight against the wall, their bodies flush against each other. His finger slid up the hollow of Logan’s throat, settling underneath his chin and tilting it upward, their mouths mere centimeters apart.
“This okay?” He breathed against Logan’s mouth.
Logan swallowed hard, pulse hammering against his skin, against Mateo’s fingers. The blood had rushed entirely out of his brain. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe, his base instincts allowing him only to nod.
Mateo made a pleased sound before closing the space between them, pressing his lips to Logan’s in a searing kiss. Logan had given his permission, and now Mateo was in charge. He kissed with no patience, no hesitation—just heat and pressure and demand. Mateo pushed him impossibly further into the elevator wall, crowding his space until all Logan could feel or smell or taste was Mateo.
He gasped against Mateo’s mouth, but the sound was swallowed instantly as Mateo deepened the kiss. He grasped at Logan’s hip like he’d die if he let go. Logan couldn’t think. His mind was full of mush and lust as Mateo’s teeth caught the bottom of his lip, his hips pressing into Logan’s thigh, letting Logan know Mateo wanted Logan as much as Logan wanted him.
To his side, Logan heard a quiet, restrained inhale.Marco.
Logan had no time to react before Mateo pulled away from him just enough to grab Logan by the chin and tilt his head toward Marco.
“Don’t let me steal all the fun,fratellino,try him. He tastes as good as he smells.” Mateo slid over only slightly, only enough to give Marco room to crowd Logan further.
Marco, who had kept his hands to himself all night, reached up, brushing Logan’s cheek, the side of his neck, his throat, so gently with the pads of his fingers. Mateo kissed like he wanted to devour Logan, but Marco’s touch was something else entirely. Not hesitant,controlled. Like a cat lying in wait. Savoring the moment, the hunt. Logan’s entire body was on fire, desperate for more contact.
Marco studied him, thumb tracing his lower lip, sending shocks of pleasure straight to Logan’s stomach. When he finally leaned in, his lips met Logan’s slowly. A methodical precision. He kissed Logan like he was memorizing him, mapping out the shape of his mouth with lips and tongue.
Vaguely, Logan heard Mateo hum his approval. He felt his knees go weak, Mateo’s grip on his hip tightening to keep him steady. “Fuck.”Logan groaned against Marco’s lips. He wanted more,neededmore, he needed…
The elevator dinged.
