Page 33 of Three Ties to Bind

I shifted closer until my leg touched Perry’s and I could reach out to drag the backs of my fingers along Dominic’s cheek. “Both of us,” I said.

“Only if you want,” Dominic added. “Peyton and I, well, I’m not sure where we’re going with whatever this is between us, but what we both know is that having you with us would make it better. Complete.”

“You don’t have to answer now,” I added. “We can have tonight, do whatever you want, and talk about it tomorrow after work. Or you can get up and leave the room. Greer’s still downstairs. He’ll take you home. The choice is yours. No matter which you choose, there will be no hard feelings. We’ll still both be there for you like we’ve always been.”

“I’ve never been with a man,” Perry muttered. “What if I don’t know what to do? What if I’m terrible at it?”

Dominic leaned closer, a millimeter away from Perry. “Who said you have to do all the work? You bust your ass all day. Let us take care of you at night.”

“Jesus. I don’t know what to say. No isn’t an option. You two, fuck, I…” His gaze pinged back and forth again. “How did I go from never considering this to wanting it like my next breath?”

“You want us?” Dominic asked seductively. “We need to know for certain.”

“I do. I’m not sure how or why, but fuck me, I do.”

“Then clock out, Mr. Altair, and let us do the work.”

13

PERRY

The way Dominic said my name was nothing like he did when we were in the office. This was sultry and full of innuendo. My dick was fucking here for it.

I wasn’t the guy who usually thought with his dick. I couldn’t in my line of business. But this, them, it was a human resources nightmare, and I couldn’t find it within myself to give a shit. Not with the way Dominic was watching me with the gold sheen covering his body. The damn tie was still around his neck. I fisted it, holding him close, not wanting him to leave. I had no clue what I was doing, outside of running on pure instinct.

Peyton edged closer, placing his hand on my thigh. It sent a bolt of lust through me. “Do you want Dom to kiss you, Perry?”

I moaned in response. I’d never kissed a man before but that was about to change.

Dominic erased the distance between us, brushing his lips over mine. He smelled like vanilla. Did he taste like it too?

Screw this teasing shit. I dove in, slamming my mouth to his. Dominic whimpered against my lips, his hands skated up my thighs, one meeting Peyton’s. Who made the decision to move their hands, I didn’t care. All that mattered was that they were inching toward my dick.

The first touch of them to where I wanted them most, and I cried out into Dominic’s mouth. When was the last time I was touched by a hand that wasn’t my own? They rubbed me through my pants. It was bliss and torture.

Dominic bit my lip. That tiny amount of pain connected to my dick, causing it to jump in my pants. His hands came up to my shoulders to ease me against the back of the couch. “Relax. We’ve got you.”

He worked open my slacks. I was suddenly back in high school, hard all the time, hoping a girl would put me out of my misery. No one did. Not only was I the son of a wealthy man with a mob boss for an uncle, but with Peyton and Greer on either side of me, I might as well have been invisible to every girl.

Now, I was the main course. I was the one being watched and taken apart. I was glad I decided to come out with Peyton tonight.

Slender fingers reached in, pulling my dick out. The air was warm, the music low. Our panted breaths combined. I couldn’t tell who reached for who first but in the next second, Dominic swallowed my dick down and Peyton gripped the back of my neck so he could devour my mouth.

It was sensory overload. My body started shaking with the pleasure coursing through it.

“How far do you want to go?” Peyton whispered against my lips. “You’re in control.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” I meant it as a joke, but it came out strained.

Peyton pulled back to look into my eyes. I hated the distance between us and dove forward the best I could with Dominic holding my hips down. I sucked Peyton’s bottom lip between mine and gripped his bicep.

Releasing his mouth, I whispered, “I don’t want to be in control any longer. Every day I’m in charge. I want to let go, Pey. I need someone else to take over. You can do whatever you want to me. Hell, I’d let you fuck me at this point.”

Wait. Who was I and where did those words come from? I went from never thinking about a man this way to offering up my ass? There should be alarms sounding in my head. Big flashing signs telling me to pull back, retreat. There wasn’t. My mind was blissfully empty, except for the two men in the room with me.

“I’m not fucking you tonight, Perry. We will make you feel good though. And before this goes further, Dom and I are both clean. We’ve been tested recently and haven’t been with anyone else. Haven’t had the time.”

“Don’t blame me for your lack of a sex life,” I told him.

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