Page 51 of Avalanche
“Um.” I sit back on my heels, rubbing at my forehead in confusion. “Are you guys...”
I dare a glance at Liam, wondering for the briefest of moments if he’s aware that his boyfriend is making out with Matty. But surely, surely he must know. Antoine wouldn’t just let Liam suck his cock while secretly kissing another dude.
Matty and Antoine pull apart, their lips glistening obscenely as they both turn to me. Lily props herself up on her elbows, her lips parted and pupils blown, the smallest of frowns on her face.
Why did you stop, she’s probably thinking.
I’m asking myself the same question. Yes, why Eddie? Why did you stop?
“Yeah. Um. So.” Matty rubs the back of his neck, glancing sheepishly to where Liam is still just doing what he’s doing. “I guess I’m into guys now, too,” Matty mutters.
Antoine shoots me a glare—a surprising feat all things considered—as if expecting me to be a jerk about Matty’s admission. Which, honestly, seems a bit of a rude assumption to make. I’ve been cool with the pair of them basically kicking me out of my room each night. Why the fuck would I care if Matty’s joining in?
“That’s epic.”
A smile curves my lips, a wide smile that should be reserved for people winning the lottery. But maybe I have won the lottery. Because now, I don’t have to feel the tiniest bit guilty about being a greedy asshole and wanting to keep Lily all to myself. Or mostly to myself. Or at least having her to myself right now in this particular moment.
Even if this is Matty’s engagement night.
“I’m super happy for you,” I tell him honestly.
And man am I so, so happy. I’d be even happier if the three of them got back to doing whatever it was they were doing so I could enjoy my time with Lily. Uninterrupted.
I wave one hand in Antoine’s direction, giving Matty an encouraging smile and nod. Go on, buddy. Get to it. Kiss your boyfriend while his other boyfriend is blowing him. It’ll be fun. Super fun. I’m just going to be here with Lily, making her come. Probably fucking her, if I’m lucky.
Liam, of course, choses that moment to join the conversation.
I start in surprise as Antoine’s cock pop’s free of Liam’s mouth. It bobs there obscenely, wet and swollen, hitting Liam’s cheek as he turns to look at me. Just, casual as. No biggie.
“Well, now that that’s all sorted,” Liam drawls, “are you going to make our girlfriend come or what?”
I glare at him, my teeth baring as I contemplate spitting out some sharp reply, then realise a response would be completely pointless. Because yes. Yes, I am going to make our girlfriend come.
My grimace quickly turns into a smug grin as I contemplate Lily. The beautiful woman spread out before me like my own personal feast, those perfect breasts just waiting for more attention. Only those little sleep shorts hiding all of her from view.
Her eyes are locked on me, trailing over my shirtless body like it’s something special. Like it’s something worth looking at. Like I’m someone worth loving.
“Well,” she breathes, her gaze dipping to where my cock is currently attempting to punch a hole through my sweatpants. “What he said. Are you going to make me come or what?”
Chapter 15
Seth
I wake up the next morning before my alarm goes off. That’s nothing new. Neither is the empty room, or the need to move, to do something, humming beneath my skin.
What’s new is the feeling that I’m forgetting something. Something important.
It’s a feeling that lingers as I pull on my track pants and thermal top, as I slip on my jacket and running shoes.
The early morning air is ice-coated and sharp against my skin as I step outside. I draw in a deep breath, letting the bite of it sear my lungs, clear my head.
Liam thinks I’m crazy for running outside in the winter instead of opting for the gym like he does. But he doesn’t work indoors like I do, stuck in a windowless basement breathing in the smell of ski wax and drying boots. He gets days filled with fresh air and snow and freedom.
They all do.
I huff out a breath, let it cloud around my face, reflecting in the pale lamplight, then make my way down the treacherous ice coated steps. I don’t start my run until I get to the bottom, where the tread of my trail running shoes crunch against the snow covered sidewalk.
Normally, I don’t mind this routine. Getting up early, running before everyone wakes up. Getting to the shower before any of the other guys have a chance to use up all the hot water. Stealing a few moments with Lily before going to work at the shop. There’s been a steady, comfortable cadence to it.
