Page 21 of Lost (Powertools: The Shields 2)

“Nope.” Marcus shrugged. “I guess Middletown is a hotbed of sexual open-mindedness these days. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Huh.” Knox seemed to slouch a little less then. He turned toward Marcus and sighed. “Thanks. You didn’t have to be cool with me. Especially since I ruined your chances with Kennedy. I’ll try to make things right.”

“Maybe you should let me worry about my chances with the people I’m interested in.” Marcus couldn’t say what possessed him—maybe it was the confused look in Knox’s gaze, like he didn’t know what to do with people who weren’t out to screw him over—but he found himself taking a step forward and wrapping his hand around the back of Knox’s neck.

And just like he had with Kennedy the night before, he ignored his better sense, dipping his head to deliver a short, hard, but thorough kiss to Knox’s lips, which were parted in utter shock.

It only took a fraction of a second before the other guy groaned then kissed him back. But before it had hardly begun, Marcus broke them apart, his cock tenting his towel. When he looked down, Knox’s cheeks turned red.

Marcus chuckled but didn’t object when Knox turned and marched toward the elevators. They rode in silence up to his floor and on the short walk to his door. Once inside, as if by tacit agreement, they each went to their separate rooms, and shut their doors.

With only one wall between them, Marcus had no doubt that Knox was relieving more tension than the spa had by jerking off when his soft grunts and groans filtered through the drywall. So Marcus did the same, taking his shaft in hand and pumping. It took embarrassingly few strokes as he thought about watching histwoobsessions fucking the day before, the conversation he’d just had with Knox, and the way Kennedy and Knox’s lips felt pressed to his before he launched his release across his chest with a roar he couldn’t have smothered if he’d tried.

Knox’s answering cry reverberated through Marcus’s nerve endings, setting off aftershocks that puddled the last of his come on his abdomen. As he imagined Knox cleaning himself up and what it would be like if they showered together, along with Kennedy, instead of separately, Marcus realized they were fucked.

Because sometime…sometime soon…they were going to have to face Kennedy and the intense and twisted connections strung between the three of them.

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