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Blink. Blink.
Yeah, dickhead. You just graduated from the floor,I don’t say.
I’ve not gone through everything I have all day just for one of the Hepperlys to barge in again and find Lucas in a makeshift fort on the floor like we had a lover’s quarrel. Eyeing the alternative, my good humor fades. I can just picture his mat of chest hair shedding as I stand here. Yuck.
“And keep your short and curlies to your side.” I wave at the dark smattering of hair that covers his pecs all the way down to the slight paunch of his stomach. “I don’t want to wake up with a mouth full of your fuzz.”
Grunting, he gets up, swipes his Superman-style underwear, and stomps to the bathroom. This commission is starting to sound like not enough.
CHAPTER 6
Lucas
It feels like I just fell asleep, and yet I can tell the morning light is coming in through the balcony windows, illuminating the darkness behind my closed lids. I don’t want to move yet; the jet lag and exhaustion are weighing me down. Maybe we can miss breakfast right along with Dario and Mason. Reaching out, I hit the cancel button on my phone to silence the alarm, performing the action blind from muscle memory.
It felt like I lay awake for hours last night, listening to the sounds coming from next door. Sounds of pleasure. Pleasure times…three.
I’ve never heard men make love before. I mean, I’ve heard myself, but…that’s different. And yet, I guess it’s completely the same? Pleasure is pleasure. I just…how am I supposed to look three people in the eye today after hearing what they did last night, like I was practically in the room with them? I can’t even pretend I’m a boyfriend. How am I going to pretend I didn’t hear Keenan yelling, “Aw, fuck yeah!”
Here, I thought he was the quiet one.
Burying my face deeper into the pillow, I grunt at a tingling sensation in my cock. Andrew is right; I have been exceptionally sweaty on this trip. My dick feels like it’s in an oven right now, stuck between my thighs or…
Wait a minute.
It can’t be stuck between my thighs. I’ve got underwear on.
The haze of sleep clears like the sun evaporating fog, and my senses come online. There’s something warm and solid pressed against my back and something heavy draped over my waist. Something fleshy pressed against my stomach. And something…grippingmy cock.
“Uhn…” A groan floats over my shoulder, a jaw brushing the back of my shoulder blade. “You snore.”
Andrew! Oh, God.
Every muscle in my body locks up as my eyes blink open to the harsh light. I can see the plush comforter cocooned around me. The heat behind me either suddenly burns warmer, or it’s my awareness. I’m not just cocooned in the comforter. I’m cocooned in Andrew, telling me I know exactly what that sensation on my dick is.
Shifting my gaze, my breath stalls in my lungs. That is definitely Andrew’s arm slung over my waist, disappearing under the covers mid-forearm.
Oh, fuck…
His hand… It just moved. Is he…stroking me?
“What…are you doing?” I croak, too stunned to move. What the hell do you do in a situation like this?
“Trying to sleep,” he grumbles against my shoulder. His knee bashes into the back of my thigh, and his grip gets tighter, sending a bizarre tingle to my balls. “Why are you so close?”
Is he kidding me? First, he kissed me yesterday, and now he’s…stroking my dick while I sleep. Is he into guys? Into…me?
It feels like there’s a thick lump in my throat, making it difficult to speak. I can’t even remember the last time someone hit on me, let alone touched me. I certainly didn’t expect that if it ever happened again, it’d be from a guy…a guy that is Andrew Broadhouse, of all people. I thought he hated me.
“Why are you…holding my dick?”
A dismissive snort gusts across my skin even as his thumb grazes the tip of my cock. I never thought I’d get hard because of a guy, but if he keeps this up, I’m about to set a record I didn’t know was possible to set. His touch is surprisingly sensual and completely at odds with his personality. I can’t take it anymore and latch my hand down over his wrist.
“I’m not,” he whines sleepily. “I’m…I’m…”
Trying not to hyperventilate, I hold as still as possible. I’d jump up, but what if he doesn’t let go and breaks my dick? Granted, I’ve not used it in a while, but I’d like to again someday. Some day, when I’m not playing fake boyfriend to the world’s most infuriating man.
The silence feels deafening compared to the moans and cries we pretended to ignore last night. Finally, his grip goes slack. He slides his arm back to his side of the bed, taking his wandering hand with him. My cock, unfortunately, is now officially awake, along with the rest of me. Clearly, it doesn’t know that it was the Devil who was just holding it.
