Page 17 of Reactant

Will gave one last lick to Quinn’s softening cock before he settled back. He pressed his cheek to Quinn’s thigh and absently ran his fingers up and down Quinn’s leg, causing goosebumps to erupt in his wake.

Sebastian lifted off Peyton, settling beside him. “Shoulder okay?” he asked.

Peyton smiled. The glazed-over, blissed-out expression on his face somehow made his features seem even more delicate than usual. The red of his lips as he breathed heavily and the flush on his cheeks were a stark contrast to the rest of his pale face. He was fuckingradiant,and Quinn’s heart was full as he admired him.

He couldn’t resist running his fingers through Peyton’s shoulder-length hair. Peyton hummed happily, his eyes sliding closed all the way.

Will moved up Quinn’s body, settling comfortably into his lap. “Breakfast,” he said, licking his lips.

Peyton laughed, leaning his head back against the headboard. “I think you, especially, might need something more substantial than that.”

“Are you asking me to suck your dick too?” Will asked, twisting on Quinn’s lap and leaning down to kiss Peyton. Peyton curved his palm around Will’s cheek as they sunk into each other.

Heat spread across Quinn’s chest as he watched, even knowing that he didn’t have time for another round. He should have left already. They were all too tempting for their own good.

Sebastian picked up Quinn’s phone where it had slid under the pillow, handing it over. “Work call?”

“Unless I’m getting booty calls at two in the morning, yes,” Quinn said.

“So, which is it?” Will asked curiously, straightening and wriggling on Quinn’s lap in a way that was decidedly distracting.

“You’re all here,” Quinn felt obligated to point out. They hadn’t yet talked about exclusivity, but he guessed he’d assumed that’s where this was going. Or really, where itwas. Probably a conversation they needed to have. Not now since Quinn needed to go before Riley and Grady sent out a search party for him, but soon.

Sebastian bent, kissing the curve of Peyton’s hip. “You look like you could use some attention,” he said slyly.

Peyton’s smile was sinful, somehow multiplied by the fact his eyes were still closed. “Yeah? Do you want to do something about it?”

“I could be persuaded.”

Quinn wanted to watch, but the time on his phone was glaring, and he had run out of it.

He helped Will move into his spot and then slipped out of the bed. He grabbed his slacks from where they were draped over the single armchair in the corner of the room and shrugged them on, leaving his fly open. Where was his belt?

By the time he found all of his clothes, Will was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes. Peyton had his good arm draped across his face, his face twisted in desire as he made small noises while Sebastian worked his dick over.

“Not joining them?” Quinn said, shrugging into his shirt and slinging his tie around his shoulders.

“Hungry.”

“Thought you just ate,” Peyton said in amusement. He let out a low moan when Sebastian sucked on the head of his cock, and his hand slipped underneath, his destination clear.

Quinn approached Will and nudged his thighs apart, standing between them. He pressed his thumb under Will’s chin, lifting his head. “It’s a bit too early to eat.” The only time Quinn had eaten this time of the day was after a long night of drinking, and it had been a long time since he’d partied that hard.

“Blasphemy.”

Quinn kissed him softly, lingering longer than he’d meant to. Will’s lips were warm and inviting, and the way he relaxed and put himself in Quinn’s hands without hesitation was intoxicating. “Put the kettle on for me?” he asked.

“What do I get if I do?”

Quinn nipped at his bottom lip. “You won’t find out unless you do it.”

“Mmm, a hard bargain, but I’m too curious to say no.”

Quinn smiled. He kissed the corner of Will’s lip and then forced himself to retreat. If he wasn’t careful, he’d find himself right back on that bed next to Sebastian and Peyton, buried in Will’s heat.Fuck.

Quinn buttoned up his top and then tucked it into his slacks, smoothing it out before pulling up his zip and buckling his belt.

He headed for the bathroom to give his teeth a quick brush and rinse his face. Persephone followed him into the small space and sat at his feet, staring at him while he got himself organised. She wasn’t even trying to hide how annoyed she was at him. It was written all over her face. Anyone who thought that dogs didn’t have facial expressions was incorrect. When he glanced at her, one of her floppy ears twitched, and she sneezed.

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