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We both shudder, orgasms ripping through us, and we come, spilling all over Lennox’s hand.

Heavy breathing fills the air as we both just stare at the mess we made. Sticky and filthy, and yet the sight is still so beautiful.

Tilting my head up, I’m met with eyes and a smile that are practically shining in the afterglow. He brings his cum-covered fingers up to my mouth, and I lick them clean.

Sticky and filthy, and yet still so beautiful.

“How was that?” Lennox asks, and I raise a knowing eyebrow at him. He just single-handedly blew my mind and he knows it.

I move my mouth from his fingers to his lips, sliding my tongue along his, wanting him to taste us.

His chest rumbles with a groan, and my cock somehow manages to stir again.

Jesus fucking Christ. Tell me, Lennox, how was it?

Sticky and filthy, and yet still so beautiful.

18

RHYS

Samuel: Are we still on for tonight?

Me: Of course. Just don’t be late.

Lennox: Wouldn’t dream of it.

Me: Better yet, come earlier.

Grabbing a fresh towel from my pile of folded laundry, I head to the bathroom and indulge in a nice hot shower, washing off the stink and the sweat of the day, as I wait for Samuel and Lennox to arrive.

We’ve gotten into a nice little routine over the weeks, and my place has become our refuge. There are fewer questions and more privacy, and since we’re still navigating something so new, it’s become an unspoken need to not have everybody’s prying eyes on us.

The cat is out of the bag when it comes to Samuel and Lennox, and as expected, nobody was even a little bit surprised. They are effortless together, and if I let my insecurities get the better of me, I scold myself at thinking I could be part of anything so perfect.

But then the days end and the nights are ours, and the only thing that matters is the three of us holding each other, letting our deepest, darkest secrets flow in the dark and helping each other let go of them in the light.

My shower ends a little too quickly when I hear my cell phone vibrate on the bathroom counter. Expecting it to be Samuel or even Arlo, I poke my head out to peek at the screen and both my body and my mind come to a screeching halt when I see my dad’s name flashing before me.

He had yet to respond to my text from the other day asking when and where he wanted to meet, and if I wasn’t so desperate for information on my sister, I would take Jenika’s not so subtle advice to decline the call and be done with him.

One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi.

Surprising myself, I choose to finish my shower. My father is the type of man who refuses to call people more than once. His overinflated ego makes him think that if you don’t answer straight away, you aren’t worth his time.

So, instead of rushing for him, I take my time under the hot spray, and by the time I’m finished, I’ve convinced myself to call him tomorrow, when I’m without Lennox and Samuel and there was every chance he would ruin my mood.

An hour later there’s a knock on my door, and it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to run to answer it.

When I open it, my whole body sighs in relief. I hate being away from them. An hour, a day, a week, it all feels the same. It all feels too long.

“Hello,” I say, whilst saluting Lennox, which is the way to greet someone when using sign language. “Come in.”

I gesture inside and they both walk past me and straight to the kitchen.

“How do you feel about cooking?” Lennox asks.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and quickly answer him.

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