Page 36 of Their Wicked Ways
Ez chuckled. “Yeah, that one. But that’s not how things are when we’re alone.”
His forehead knitted in confusion.
“Wes and I…”
“He’s a top, and I’m vers,” I explained. “But I’m only vers when we have a third. I don’t want to top him because that’s not our dynamic. It’s hard to explain, but what we do with thirds is completely different from how we are with each other. That’s when we push boundaries and explore things we can’t do when it’s just the two of us.”
Jett nodded slowly. “I guess that makes sense.”
“And we don’t actually fuck a lot of our thirds,” Ez added.
“You don’t?” He looked between us.
“Nope. We usually just play in the back room, get them off, then we go home and fuck like bunnies all night.”
“But you had a hotel room.”
“We got it for Ez’s birthday. It was a way to have a night off and pretend we could afford an actual vacation and celebrate Ez turning twenty-five. We were open to the possibility of finding a third, but that wasn’t why we went to the club or got the room.”
“So you wouldn’t have just found someone else if I wasn’t there?” he asked, sounding sad and so damn young.
“No.” I stood as well. It was awkward being the only one still sitting. “I’m not going to lie to you. We were looking when we saw you, but that’s part of the fun for us. We scope the room and talk about guys who interest us, but it’s just foreplay. It doesn’t mean we’re going to do anything about it.”
He looked away, his cheeks flushing with color.
“But we both wanted you, and you wanted us.” Ez came around the couch and stood next to me. “So we did something about it.”
“Oh.” Jett let out a shaky breath. “Okay. That’s reassuring.” He shot us a wry smile. “Helps to know I wasn’t just the first guy on the list who said yes.”
Ez wrapped his arm around my waist. “You were the only one we wanted that night.”
“I don’t know how to do this.” Jett’s eyes were bright with something I couldn’t read.
“Do what?”
“This.” He motioned between us. “I don’t know what to do with this. You know so much about me. You know things that no one else knows, and you’re saying all this nice stuff, and I’m trying to remember that we’re coworkers, but none of my other coworkers know about me being bi. They don’t know how I look when I come. They didn’t see me beg to be fucked.”
My dick went half-hard at his words, and memories filtered through my mind.
Not now, I chastised both my dick and my brain.
“They haven’t seen our O faces either. They don’t know we like to pick up thirds. They have no idea that we loved every second of you begging us to fuck you.”
Jett swallowed at Ez’s words.
“We all have secrets,” he continued. “We all have things we keep from the people in our lives.”
Jett licked his bottom lip, slowly dragging his tongue over the plump flesh. His eyes flashed with heat.
“Do you want us to leave?” Ez asked, his voice low and raspy.
My stomach swooped and my balls tightened. That voice always did things to me.
Jett shook his head.
“Do you want us to pretend this conversation never happened and go back to figuring out how to be coworkers?”
Jett hesitated, then shook his head again.