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Ace blinked. He couldn’t believe it. Liam had reached his limit, that place where he freaked out and had always turned back before. Except for the first time in their relationship, with Ruby there—or maybe because of how things had gone that morning—Liam wasn’t running, unless it was toward them instead of in the opposite direction.

The disappointment he’d braced himself against vanished as Liam shook his head and leaned closer. “This is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. But first you, then JRad, and now Ruby…”

“Trust us.” Ruby sat up and clutched Liam’s hand. “I know you’re trying to do the right thing, to protect us, but shutting us out isn’t working. Don’t mistreat him anymore, Liam. Please.”

“Are you begging me to fuck the shit out of your boyfriend right now?” Liam looked at her with a glint in his eyes and the start of a wicked grin that would have melted Ace’s underwear off if he’d been wearing any.

“Yeah.” Ruby pleaded their case. “Give him what he needs, like you did for me. I’m here. I’ll watch him, like he took care of me. I’ll make sure that he’s safe even if you get carried away in the moment.”

Liam took a huge breath then let it out in a shaky exhalation. His cock bobbed between his legs, still painfully hard, clearly in favor of Ruby’s plan.

Ace didn’t wait. He assumed her position, kneeling, his face resting on her abdomen and his ass in the air, knees spread wide and his rapidly re-hardening cock clearly displayed for Liam. Ruby’s fingers stroked his hair. She massaged his head until he hummed and nuzzled against her. Sex mixed with the light citrus of her body wash formed a scent uniquely theirs. One he’d never forget.

This was where he was meant to be. Caught between them. And now he only needed Liam to believe it too. To step up and take control instead of being too decent to assume command for longer than it took to dole out a few orgasms.

Liam retrieved a bottle of lube from a nearby dresser drawer. The gel was cool against Ace’s asshole, but the heat of Liam’s fingers chased it away. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, willing to take whatever Liam would give him and be grateful to be one step closer to his ultimate fantasy, but Ruby—damn her—noticed and called him out.

“Something’s not right,” Ruby told Liam, living up to her promise.

“What?” Liam hesitated. “Have you changed your mind, Ace?”

He shook his head, rubbing his cheek on Ruby’s torso. Did he dare be greedy enough to ask?

Liam slapped his ass, hard. “Tell me or I’m going to go take a cold shower right fucking now.”

Not the goddamn showers again. Besides, even if it was ice water, nothing had the power to deflate Liam’s massive hard-on except an epic orgasm. “Fuck. Fine. I want you to tie me up.”

It had been months…

“Your arm—”

“Kennedy said it’s fine,” Ace blurted as he glanced over his shoulder.

“You asked her if it was okay to be restrained while I fuck you senseless?” Liam tipped his head.

“Not in those exact words, but yes.” He winced, his own cock deflating some.

What if Liam still wouldn’t do it? What if he thought of Ace as less capable of handling him since his injury no matter how much he protested when Ace brought it up? “She said as long as it’s not twisted behind my back and it’s not bearing my weight, it’s okay. She also recommended wide cuffs instead of bare rope or some other pervertable lying around.”

“Then let’s wait until I can order—”

“They’re in my room. In the drawer of my nightstand.” Ace’s dick rebounded, leaking some as he thought of how he’d worn them at night when jacking off while Liam took so many of his now-infamous showers.

“Oooh, can I see?” Ruby perked up. “Would they fit me too or are they too big?”

Ace couldn’t help but laugh. Of course she wouldn’t think less of him for it. And yeah, they’d work just fine if she ever wanted to find out what it was like. He’d be more than happy to show her. “They’re adjustable.”

“Sweet.” She grinned.

“You two are going to be the death of me.” Liam pointed to Ruby. “Will you get them while I finish prepping him?”

She nodded eagerly, then kissed Ace before squirming out from beneath him and scurrying toward his room. Could she really be into watching Liam top him? It seemed so.

“Fuck, we’re the luckiest bastards alive,” Liam muttered as he ringed Ace’s hole. But before Ace could wholeheartedly agree, Liam slipped two fingers inside of him. Given the plugs he’d gotten in the habit of wearing to bed and around the apartment in order to be ready for Liam whenever the other guy caved and gave into his cravings for intimacy, Liam’s digits entered him smoothly. “You’ve been playing with your toys again, haven’t you?”

“You didn’t leave me a lot of choice.” Ace hated the pouty tone of his accusation, but it was true.

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