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Don’t be, it’s a shitty place to stand.

Abby jerks her head in the direction of the conference room and then types me another message.

Are you coming in?

I find myself answering her eagerly, excitement blooming in my stomach.

You know what? I think I might.

21

SAMUEL

Kisses trail back and forth across my shoulders, over and over again. I vaguely remember Lennox and Rhys leaving before I climbed into bed for a nap after my morning classes, which means I should be somewhat concerned there’s someone in bed with me.

Still half asleep, I semi register the body that’s draping itself on top of mine. Like me, he’s wearing only briefs, and I can feel all his smooth skin gently caressing mine.

“Sammy,” a familiar voice says in my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine. Rhys recently started using the same nickname Lennox gave me. It’s the exact same name, but they say it differently. Lennox says it with reverence and Rhys says it with sin. “I was told to come and wake you up if you were still asleep when I got home.”

He continues to pepper kisses on my shoulder and neck, and my cock stiffens against the mattress.

“I’m still asleep,” I murmur into the pillow. “You should definitely keep trying to wake me up, though.”

This earns me a chuckle.

“Tell me how you want me to wake you up,” he says suggestively. “Because my mind’s getting away with me and I don’t really want to scare you off.”

I can’t imagine anything he’d want to do to me being too much it would scare me away. The whole being with men thing is definitely new and different, but it also isn’t a point of contention. I couldn’t care less that Rhys and Lennox are men; I care about the way we treat each other. I care about the way we support one another. I care about the way being with them makes me feel and how being with me makes them feel.

I trust my body and heart to lead the way, wanting to make sure I love them right.

Yes, I love them.

With Lennox, the declaration was overdue, and with Rhys, I know it’s too early. I don’t want to scare him, but experience told me I’m the guy who falls first and falls hard. This doesn’t seem to be any different.

“Tell me,” I coax him. “Tell me all the ways you could wake me up.”

“The way I could?” Sitting up, he situates himself so he’s straddling me, sitting right under my ass. “Or the way I want to?”

“Want to,” I breathe out. “Always want to know what you want.”

He runs a single finger up and down the length of my spine. “I can’t decide if I want my cock in your mouth or yours in mine.”

All the blood in my body moves down to my dick. “You know, if I’m not mistaken, we can actually do both at the same time.”

“We could,” he says. “But I’m not going to lie, if you’re going to suck my dick, I want to see your face while you do it. The way those pretty lips of yours stretch around me.”

My eyes fall closed as his words sink beneath my skin, my imagination running wild.

“I wouldn’t want to miss seeing just how far down your throat I could go.”

He drapes his body over mine, a hand at either side of my head as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “Can you imagine it? What about me on my knees for you?” Rhys grinds on me, his erection gliding against my boxer-covered crease. “I’d open up for you, lick the length of you, suck each of your balls into my mouth.”

I find myself thrusting into the mattress as my mind presses play on Rhys’s words, turning them into a visual montage.

“Or maybe you’d let me get into that tight ass of yours with my tongue.”

I moan just thinking about it. He nips at my ear while he tugs at my boxer briefs impatiently. Getting the hint, I raise my hips, and he drags the material over my ass and down my legs.

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